Here you will find the Poem Sonnets of the Empire: Nelson of poet Archibald Thomas Strong
White soul of England?s glory, sovereign star! Ne?er shall disaster beat her down, nor shame, While still she sees thee by the leaping flame That kindled o?er Aboukir, near and far, Or feels thee quivering through the onset?s jar That filled the North with fear of England?s name, Or trembles with the joy of all the fame That died and cast out death at Trafalgar. Thy name was lightning, and like lightning ay Thine onset shivered, far and swift and fell: Ever thy watchword holds us, and whene?er The fierce Dawn breaks, and far along the sky Roars the last battle, yet with us ?tis well? We keep the touch, thy hand and soul are there.
