LO! the Paynim's pride is broken, Torn and shattered, wings and van, Where we closed, with fiery gun-decks, Plank to plank, and man to man. Where is now vain Uluc-Ali? Fled to sea in shame and fear: And the Pasha's head, grim ensign, Frowns on Spain's avenging spear. Slaves are free, who toiled in galleys: -- Pitying God, thy grace alone Saved them by the threefold succors In the bond of truth made one. Victory! let the shout in thunder Roll afar to seas and sky; Memory waft it on, and Glory Wake her trump with "Victory." Glory waits on thy returning, John of Austria, to the sound Of the cannon's voice, and clarions, Heard these sea-girt isles around, Where all fiery red with slaughter Breaks the bubbling foam and spray; Smouldering spars and turbans floating Crowd each cove and inland bay. Victory speak each blazing beacon, Victory speak each booming gun! Victory speak each rock and headland By the Christian victors won! Victory! let the shout in thunder Roll afar to seas and sky; Memory waft it on, and Glory Wake her trump with "Victory." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: 'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE' by RUDYARD KIPLING HENRY WARD BEECHER by CHARLES HENRY PHELPS SLEEP AT SEA by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LOVER SHOWETH HOW HE IS FORSAKEN by THOMAS WYATT WINTER WATER by KENNETH SLADE ALLING AT STRATFORD-ON-AVON by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL THE PURSUIT by HENRY BELLAMANN |