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The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
JOHN PAUL JONES
I
Behold our first great warrior of the seaWho, in our war to make the half world free,
His knightly sword in noble anger drew!
Born to the Old, he visioned clear the New.
II
Born to the New—and shall we lose our faithAnd mourn for freedom as a fleeing wraith?
Or heroes swift as he, and valorous, find
In bloodless battles of the unfettered mind!
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||