Book 10 — CERVERA AT ANNAPOLIS
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HENRY R. CONGER '99
They crowded round to see him, great and small, The conquered admiral of a conquered fleet, Shorn of his glories, thrown from his high seat, Great by the very greatness of his fall. Hope, honor, fortune, lost beyond recall, Greyhaired and bitter-hearted; doomed to meet His country's censure, sharper than defeat; His foeman's pity—that was worst of all.
He heard them faintly, as one hears, amuse, Amid his vision voices far away That call him from sad dreams to sadder day; For he was where he would be could he choose, At peace beneath the waters of the bay, Where all his ships lay silent with their crews.
Literary Monthly, 1898.