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O DE

ON THE DEATH OF

THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

ODE ON THE DEATH

OF

THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON.

1.

BURY the Great Duke

With an empire's lamentation,

Let us bury the Great Duke

To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation,

Mourning when their leaders fall,

Warriors carry the warrior's pall,

And sorrow darkens hamlet and hall.

2.

Where shall we lay the man whom we deplore ?

Here, in streaming London's central roar.

Let the sound of those he wrought for,
And the feet of those he fought for,

Echo round his bones for evermore.

3.

Lead out the pageant : sad and slow,

As fits an universal woe,

Let the long long procession go,
And let the sorrowing crowd about it grow,

And let the mournful martial music blow;

The last great Englishman is low.

4.

Mourn, for to us he seems the last,
Remembering all his greatness in the Past.

No more in soldier fashion will he greet

With lifted hand the gazer in the street.

O friends, our chief state-oracle is mute:

Mourn for the man of long-enduring blood,

The statesman-warrior, moderate, resolute,
Whole in himself, a common good.
Mourn for the man of amplest influence,
Yet clearest of ambitious crime,

Our greatest yet with least pretence,

Great in council and great in war,

Foremost captain of his time,

Rich in saving common-sense,
And, as the greatest only are,

In his simplicity sublime.

O good gray head which all men knew,

O voice from which their omens all men drew,

O iron nerve to true occasion true,

O fall'n at length that tower of strength

Which stood four-square to all the winds that

blew !

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