Greenwich Hospital

Come to these peaceful seats, and think no more
  Of cold, of midnight watchings, or the roar
  Of Ocean, tossing on his restless bed!
  Come to these peaceful seats, ye who have bled
  For honour, who have traversed the great flood,
  Or on the battle's front with stern eye stood,
  When rolled its thunder, and the billows red
  Oft closed, with sudden flashings, o'er the dead!
  Oh, heavy are the sorrows that beset
  Old age! and hard it is--hard to forget
  The sunshine of our youth, our manhood's pride!
  But here, O aged men! ye may abide
  Secure, and see the last light on the wave
  Of Time, which wafts you silent to your grave;
  Like the calm evening ray, that smiles serene
  Upon the tranquil Thames, and cheers the sinking scene.