text:  Ho! Wardens of the Coast look forth Upon your Channel seas-- The night is melting in the north There's tumult on the breeze; Now sinking far now rolling out In proud triumphal swell That mingled burst of shot and shout Your fathers knew so well What time to England's inmost plain The beacon-fires proclaim'd That like descending hurricane Grim Blake that Mastiff of the Main Beside your shores had once again The Flemish lion tamed![43] War wakes not now that tumult loud Ye Wardens of the Coast Though looming large through dawn's dim cloud Like an invading host The Barks of France are bearing down One crowd of sails while high Above the misty morning's frown Their streamers light the sky