[From Mona's Isle, 1844]
BENEATH the myrtles cooling shade,
On Keramanias shore,
In Marmorices 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 youve nobly done your part,
Now rest in peace below;
And when around our mess we meet,
Well oer your vacant wonted seat
A messmateS tear bestow.