And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring; But they dared not touch us again, for they fear'd that we still could sting, So they watch'd what the end would be. Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain, In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife; them stark and cold, And the pikes were all broken or bent, and the powder was all of it spent ; And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side; But Sir Richard cried in his English pride: "We have fought such a fight for a day and a night As may never be fought again! We have won great glory, my men! And a day less or more, At sea or ashore, We die - does it matter when? Sink me the ship, Master Gunner-sink her, split her in twain! Fall into the hands of God, not into the hands of Spain!" XII And the gunner said, "Ay, ay," but the seamen made reply: "We have children, we have wives, And the Lord hath spared our lives. We will make the Spaniard promise, if we yield, to let us go; We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow." And the lion there lay dying, and they yielded to the foe. XIII And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: "I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do; With a joyful spirit I, Sir Richard Grenville, die!" And he fell upon their decks, and he died. XIV And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true, And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap That he dared her with one little ship and his English few; Was he devil or man? He was devil for aught they knew, But they sank his body with honour down into the deep, And they mann'd the "Revenge" with a swarthier alien crew, And away she sail'd with her loss and long'd for her own: When a wind from the lands they had ruin'd awoke from sleep, And the water began to heave and the weather to moan, And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew, And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew, Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags, And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shotshatter'd navy of Spain, And the little "Revenge" herself went down by the island crags To be lost evermore in the main. QUEEN ELIZABETH SARAH WILLIAMS ELIZABETH was seventy years of age when she came to die (1603). Her long reign had been one of the most brilliant in English history. She found the nation weak, wretched, divided by a bitter religious controversy. She left it prosperous, united, and at peace. But the last years of the great queen were embittered by loneliness and by the apparent ingratitude of her people. Her friends and counsellors, the men who had made England strong and victorious, were already dead. Men of the new generation concerned themselves little with the wishes of the dying monarch, so eager were they to curry favor with her successor. Dying, and loth to die, and long'd to die; Who shall come after me, is what ye pray; Truly ye have not spar'd me all my days. Tudor, the grand old race, may pass away; Stuart, the weak and false, awaits your praise. Essex, my murder'd darling, tender one, Should have been here, my people, but for you; Now he but haunts me,—oh, my son, my son! Would that the queen had err'd, the friend been true! Dudley, my one one love, my spirit halts; Would that it had thine now on which to lean; Faulty thou wert, they said; come back, dear faults,— Have I not right to pardon, as a queen? Truly, 'tis hard to rule, 'tis sore to love, All my life long the two have torn my heart; Now to my mother's God, who dwells afar, TRIUMPH NOW (FOR THE ACCESSION OF JAMES I.) THOMAS CAMPION On the death of Elizabeth, James VI. of Scotland succeeded to the throne as James I. The union of the two kingdoms under one monarch promised to end the long quarrel between Scotch and English. Moreover, James had been bred a Protestant, he readily accepted the religious settlement ordained under Elizabeth, and men hoped for peace at last. But the enthusiasm for the Stuart king was destined to be shortlived. His much-praised learning proved to be pedantry and his religion a pharisaical devotion to the maintenance of ecclesiastical authority, while his statesmanship consisted in an unswerving determination to have his own way. James had written a book to prove that kings rule by divine right and are not bound by the law of the land. Yet he had none of the kingliness of the Tudors, for he was small and mean in body and stuttered in his speech. He never understood the English people and his blind self-will drove them into determined opposition to the royal authority. Triumph now with joy and mirth ! The God of Peace hath blessed our land: We enjoy the fruits of earth Through favour of His bounteous hand. We through His most loving grace Or careful shepherd to his fold: |