Again the tide of rapture swells; <br />Britannia sees new trophies rise; <br />Again the trump of vict'ry tells <br />That with the brave compassion lies! <br /> <br />In vain the carnage of the field! <br />In vain the conquest of the main! <br />The brave may bleed - the brave may yield, <br /> 'Tis Mercy binds the brave again! <br /> <br />True to the dictates of the heart <br />That melts to pity's godlike glow, <br />Humanity arrests the dart, <br />Half wing'd, to lay the vanquish'd low; <br /> <br />Swift through the battle's thund'ring storm; <br />See! deck'd in smiles she takes her stand; <br />Assumes her Nelson's fav'rite form, <br />She lifts her aegis o'er the land! <br /> <br />Struck with the radiance of her shield, <br /> Returning Friendship warms the Dane! <br />The brave may fight! - the brave may yield! <br />Mercy unites the brave again.<br /><br />Hector Macneill<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-admiral-lord-nelson-s-sending-in-the-hour-of-victory-a-flag-of-truce-to-stop-the-further-effusi/
