Traveller on foreign ground, whoe'er thou art,

Tell the great tidings! They went down that day

A Legion, and came back from victory

Two hundred men and Glory! On the mart

Is this "to lose?" Yet, Stranger, thou shalt say

These were our common Britons. 'Tis our way

In England. Aye, ye heavens! I saw them part

The Death-Sea as an English dog leaps o'er

The rocks into the ocean. He goes in

Thick as a lion, and he comes out thin

As a starved wolf; but lo! he brings to shore

A life above his own, which when his heart

Bursts with that final effort, from the stones

Springs up and builds a temple o'er his bones.