11.04.2012, 20:43
Pitt
Bloody from one red fight the Austrian reeled,
And still the Wrath swept on, and scattered Czar
And Kaiser broken down the lists of war,
And at the tale of that tremendous field
Thy spirit died, and all the garnered yield
Of all thy life was fouled and flung afar,
Nor could the morning light of Trafalgar
Quicken the death wherein thine eyes were sealed.
Clear shone thy star across the night of peace,
Beckoning us on through seas unvexed of strife,
But when the tempest burst, and hope must crease,
Out flared thy soul and showed the distant mark,
And lit us o'er the vast of death to life-
Then failed and died upon the gusty dark.
Bloody from one red fight the Austrian reeled,
And still the Wrath swept on, and scattered Czar
And Kaiser broken down the lists of war,
And at the tale of that tremendous field
Thy spirit died, and all the garnered yield
Of all thy life was fouled and flung afar,
Nor could the morning light of Trafalgar
Quicken the death wherein thine eyes were sealed.
Clear shone thy star across the night of peace,
Beckoning us on through seas unvexed of strife,
But when the tempest burst, and hope must crease,
Out flared thy soul and showed the distant mark,
And lit us o'er the vast of death to life-
Then failed and died upon the gusty dark.