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“WHEN THE WAR FLEET PUTS TO SEA” |
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||
“WHEN THE WAR FLEET PUTS TO SEA”
When the war fleet puts to sea,
And the great guns thunder,
Our hearts leap up in glee
And awe and wonder—
When the war fleet puts to sea.
And the great guns thunder,
Our hearts leap up in glee
And awe and wonder—
When the war fleet puts to sea.
Let it be peace, not war,
The strong ships carry;
Two coasts that stretch afar
Now meet and marry—
Let it be peace, not war.
The strong ships carry;
Two coasts that stretch afar
Now meet and marry—
Let it be peace, not war.
And let no ill befall!
Be kind, ye fates!
Stern skies preserve them all
In the stormy straits—
O, let no ill befall.
Be kind, ye fates!
Stern skies preserve them all
In the stormy straits—
O, let no ill befall.
And if dread war shall loom
In far-off days,
Let the shotted cannon boom
In prayer and praise—
If dreadful war shall loom.
In far-off days,
Let the shotted cannon boom
In prayer and praise—
If dreadful war shall loom.
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Behind the bellowing guns
That do their part,
Let stand the nation's sons
All pure in heart—
Behind the bellowing guns.
That do their part,
Let stand the nation's sons
All pure in heart—
Behind the bellowing guns.
Then not in pride or hate
Let one shot speed;
Be righteous souls elate
To do the deed—
O, not in pride or hate.
Let one shot speed;
Be righteous souls elate
To do the deed—
O, not in pride or hate.
And thou, Eternal Power!
Bring swift the day
When Right shall rule the hour,
And Peace alone have sway—
O, high Eternal Power!
Bring swift the day
When Right shall rule the hour,
And Peace alone have sway—
O, high Eternal Power!
The Poems of Richard Watson Gilder | ||