206 MACAULAY
'From a shore no search hath found, from a gulf no
line can sound,
Without rudder or needle we steer; Above, below, our bark dies the sea-fowl and the
shark, As we fly by the last Buccaneer.
To-night there shall be heard on the rocks of
Cape de Verde
A loud crash and a louder roar; And to-morrow shall the deep with a heavy moan- ing sweep The corpses and wreck to the shore.'
The stately ship of Clyde securely now may ride
In the breath of the citron shades; And Severn's towering mast securely now hies fast,
Through the seas of the balmy Trades.
From St. Jago's wealthy port, from Havannah's royal fort,
The seaman goes forth without fear; For since that stormy night not a mortal hath had sight
Of the flag of the last Buccaneer.
LXXXVII A JACOBITE'S EPITAPH
To my true king I offered free from stain Courage and faith; vain faith, and courage vain. For him, I threw lands, honours, wealth, away, And one dear hope, that was more prized than they.
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