IV.

Their memories shall be monuments, to rise Next those of mightiest martyrs of the past; Beacons, when angry tempests sweep the skies, And feeble souls bend crouching to the blast! A shrine for thee, young Cheves, well devoted, Most worthy of a great, illustrious sire;-- A niche for thee, young Haskell, nobly noted, When skies and seas around thee shook with fire!