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'Twas his to deal on heroes
Our blows, in that old day; 'Twas with Van Tromp and De Ruyter,
That, gun to gun, he lay; Great hearts had those grand Dutchmen,
For they too lived to feel Not for kings they fought, but freedom,
For the State and Commonweal; But our Puritan outmatched them
When they played at give and take; How, at Beechy-head, they knew him,
When they fought and fled from Blake!
Ever, unchanged, we see him,
Through all his Cromwell's days, A heart that knew but duty,
A life that earned but praise; The same in storm and battle,
No doubt—no fear, was his 'Mongst Vera Cruz's hell-fire,
Tunis's batteries ; If a hero then you're needing,
To live to, can you take A nobler life to guide you
Than that of grand old Blake ?