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| SPANIARD or Portuguese! tread reverently | |
| Upon a soldier’s grave; no common heart | |
| Lies mingled with the clod beneath thy feet. | |
| To honors and to ample wealth was Myers | |
| In England born; but leaving friends beloved, | 5 |
| And all allurements of that happy land, | |
| His ardent spirit to the field of war | |
| Impelled him. Fair was his career. He faced | |
| The perils of that memorable day | |
| When, through the iron shower and fiery storm | 10 |
| Of death, the dauntless host of Britain made | |
| Their landing at Aboukir; then not less | |
| Illustrated than when great Nelson’s hand, | |
| As if insulted Heaven with its own wrath | |
| Had armed him, smote the miscreant Frenchmen’s fleet, | 15 |
| And with its wreck, wide floating many a league, | |
| Strewed the rejoicing shores. What then his youth | |
| Held forth of promise, amply was confirmed | |
| When Wellesley, upon Talavera’s plain, | |
| On the mock monarch won his coronet: | 20 |
| There, when the trophies of the field were heaped, | |
| Was he for gallant bearing eminent, | |
| When all did bravely. But his valor’s orb | |
| Shone brightest at its setting. On the field | |
| Of Albuhera he the fusileers | 25 |
| Led to regain the heights, and promised them | |
| A glorious day: a glorious day was given; | |
| The heights were gained, the victory was achieved, | |
| And Myers received from death his deathless crown. | |
| Here to Valverde was he borne, and here | 30 |
| His faithful men, amid this olive grove, | |
| The olive emblem here of endless peace, | |
| Laid him to rest. Spaniard or Portuguese, | |
| In your good cause the British soldier fell: | |
| Tread reverently upon his honored grave. | 35 |
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