“Like that fine Hebrew youth of old,
Who crushed a giant foe,
With arms all weak, but hearts all bold,
The noble heroes go.
“What though a thousand cannon roar,
And burn with murd’rous ire;
What though the thundering cannon pour
Their streams of deadly fire?
“What storms can check the truly brave
Who smile at death and strife;
Who do not dread a hero’s grave
Who spurn a coward’s life?
“What storms can check the truly brave?
They brave each fiery shock,
Till onward, like a steady wave,
They dash the Russian rock.
“The “Light Brigade”, six hundred men,
Disdain to count the cost –
The “Light Brigade”, six hundred men,
To charge a ‘Russian host!’
“Brave fellows! so sublime a flash
Shall shine from pole to pole;
And Balaclava’s thrilling dash
Shall rapture every soul.
“Enough, indomitable band!
Your deed of valour’s done;
Enough! Is now the next command;
Whate’er your loss, you’ve won.
“Enough! your deed of valour done,
Your banners might be furled;
Enough! for Light Brigade, you’ve won
The wonder of the world.
“I will not stop to ask what’s lost,
Where prestige is not slain,
Nor stop to ask what that has cost;
That is a priceless gain.
“Where valour thus has shed its blood
Shall weakness shed a tear?
Yet gratitude might pour a flood
Beside the warrior’s bier.
“We will not claim from heartless war
A mourning for the eye;
But hope immortal glory for
The dead that never die.
“What though one half your number then,
Is gathered for the tomb –
What though you’ve lost one half your men,
You’ve never lost a plume.
“What though one half and, hapless, more,
In murd’rous conflict’s slain;
Whate’re your loss, be ever sure
That all your loss is gain.
“Come then thou chivalrous brigade!
Thou marvel of the day!
For chaplets that will never fade –
For fame that won’t decay.
“Come quickly, leave all future feud,
Admiring friend and foe;
Wait, with a country’s gratitude,
With laurels for your brow.”
Samuel Dine 23 years of age, son of William Dine, of John Street, Hastings, arrived home on the 19th of January, 1855, with the loss of a leg, while serving with the Naval Brigade in the trenches before Sebastopol. On the 21st of October he threw himself on his face to escape a shot from the enemy, when his legs became entangled in the-