I thank Thee, Fate, exclaims the fierce ;
Let  Trumpet grateful Iö's sound:
I saw Him fall, their Thunderbolt of War: —
Ever to Vengeance sacred be the Ground —
Vain Wish! short Joy! the Hero mounts again
In greater Glory, and with fuller Light:
The Ev'ning Star so falls into the Main,
To rise at Morn more prevalently bright.
He rises safe: but near, too near his Side,
A good Man's grievous Loss, a faithful Servant dy'd.