Classic Poem

No more the boatswain's pipe shall call
To quarters on her deck!
On Roncador, on Roncador
She lies — a lonely wreck!
No more shall bugler colors sound,
Nor tuneful taps shall play!
On Roncador, on Roncador,
In silence ends the day!

No more shall curious visitor
Be shown her famous gun!
On Roncador, on Roncador,
Her guerdon she hath won!
Haul down the flag left flying there —
No record let there be
Of how we lost on Roncador
Our veteraNof the sea!

'Tis better thus to lay away
A memory of the past,
Whose strife hath ended in a peace
Forevermore to last!
Rest on, thou brave old Kearsarge , rest!
The waves that round thee surge
Shall on the shore of Roncador
For ages chant thy dirge!