William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
Loss of the U. S. Ship WaspRobert Stevenson Coffin (17971827)
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And loud Columbia’s thunders roar;
’Tis night!—The war-torch flameth high,
And ocean’s sounding surges pour;
But ere the light
Of morning bright
Shall bid the sea-bird soar,
That bloody fight
Shall close in night:
Those foemen meet no more.
Are glittering on the murmuring wave;
’Tis night!—The sea-mew’s piercing screams
No longer wake the slumbering brave;
For O! they sleep
In caverns deep,
Where whirlwinds cease to rave:
Where fairies weep
And vigils keep
Around their hallow’d grave.
That she hath heard the tale of wo;
’Tis morn!—But, ah! her wreaths of fame
Will never twine her Blakeley’s brow:
Yet o’er his urn
Shall heroes mourn,
And as their tear-drops flow,
Their hearts shall burn,
And proudly spurn
The triumph of the foe.