Turn To Britannia'S Triumphs On The Main: See Nelson, Pale And Fainting, 'Mid The Slain, Whilst Victory Sighs, Stern In The Garb Of War, And Points Through Clouds The Rocks Of Trafalgar! Here Cease The Strain; But While Thy Hulls Shall Ride, Britain, Dark Shadowing The Tumultuous Tide, May Other Nelsons, On The Sanguine Main, Guide, Like A God, The Battle'S Hurricane; And When The Funeral'S Transient Pomp Is Past, High Hung The Banner, Hushed The Battle'S Blast, May The Brave Character To Ages Shine, And Genius Consecrate The Immortal Shrine!