[From Mona's Isle, 1844]

LINES ON THE ENGLISH SAILORS’ BURYING GROUND AT MARMORICE,
ASIA MINOR, 1841.

BENEATH the myrtle’s cooling shade,
On Keramania’s shore,
In Marmorice’s lonely vale,
Our shipmates, now no more,
Securely sleep below the turf,
Each in his earthly cell,
In ever gloomy solitude
Through future time to dwell.

Farewell, each brave and honest heart!
On deck you’ve nobly done your part,
Now rest in peace below;
And when around our mess we meet,
We’ll o’er your vacant wonted seat
A messmate’S tear bestow.