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on them and their land
Now the world is all rejoicing that the end of war has come -
And no heart is any gladder than my own,
That the brutal, blatant
voices of the guns at last are dumb,

And the Dove of Peace from out her cage has flown.
Yet, when men
no more march by,
Making pictures for the eye,
There's a vital dash of colour earth will lack,
When the brave
Highland laddies
Drop their kilts and their plaidies,
And return to common clothes of grey or black!
MEN OF THE SEA
Many the songs of the brave boys sent
Over The Top in the battle's
thunder;
But mine is the song of the men who went
Over the top of
the waves--and under.
Men of the sea, Men of the sea,
I lift mine eyes to the Flags unfurled -

The Flags of Victory blowing free
Over the new-born world.
And
I cry 'Thank God! these things can be!
Thank God, and the Men of
the Sea!'
Little it matters to what they belong,
Marine or Navy--or Merchant
Ship -
To the Men of the Sea I sing my song;
A song that rises from
heart to lip.
I sing of the valour that ploughed a path
Straight through the snares
of a crafty foe,
Through billows raging with wintry wrath,
And over
the dens of the devils below.
To the splendid heroes of Jutland Bank
And the Royal Navy I give
their due;
And cheek by jowl with them all, I rank
The brave
mine-sweepers and merchant crew.
Trawler--Drifter--or English Fleet -
All are manned by the Men of the
Sea,
And all together in my heart meet,
For a boat is a boat to the
mind of me.
And who ever over the dread seas fared,
And however humble his

work or place,
To the great Christ spirit must be compared -
Since
he offered his life for the good of the race.
And how many lie in the deep-sea bed,
No man can reckon, and no
man number;
But not one Soul of them all is dead,
For death is only
the body's slumber.
And the Men of the Mist, who from dark to dawn
On the deck or the
bridge stand guard at night,
Oft feel the presence of comrades gone

Who keep watch with them, though veiled from sight.
Many the songs of the brave boys sent
Over The Top in the battle's
thunder;
But mine is the song of the men who went
Over the top of
the waves--and under.
ODE TO THE BRITISH FLEET
'Invisible and silent'--Mystery
Surrounded that great Guardian of the
Sea.
That Father--Mother--of the mighty main.
While loud in valley
and on field and hill -
And over anguished plain
The battles
thundered. God himself is still
And hidden from men's view; and it
were meet
That this subliminal force
Should move in utter silence
on its course
Invisible--Inaudible--till that hour
When Time, Fate's
Minister, should speak and say -
'Come forth! and show thy power!'

When Time commands, even the gods obey.
'Invisible and silent'; yet the foe
Was driven from the Sea. All
impotent
The brazen braggart went.
While commerce sent her brave
ships to and fro;
And from Columbia's shores there sailed away
Ten
thousand men a day -
Ten thousand men a day! who reached their
goals
Bringing new courage to war-weary souls.
Oh, silent wonder of the noisy sea!
Though alien, with the blood of
Bunker Hill
Down filtering through my veins, the heart of me

Seems with a mingled love and awe to fill
And overflow at thought of

that sublime,
Unparalleled large hour of Time;
When bloodless
Victory saw the foes' flag furled -
That insolent menace to a righteous
world.
Great Britain's Fleet unshaken in its might,
Proclaimed itself again in
all men's sight
The Mistress of the Main. Fair Freedom's friend,

May peace and glory on thy path attend.
THE GERMAN FLEET
Lie down, and let the billows hide your shame,
Oh, shorn and naked
outcast of the seas!
You who confided to each ocean breeze
Your
coming conquests, and made loud acclaim
Of your own grandeur and
exalted fame;
You who have catered to they world's disease;
You
who have drunk hate's wine, and found the lees;
Lie down! and let all
men forget your name!
You dreamed of world dominion! you! the spawn
Of hell and
hatred--Foe to all things free -
Sworn enemy to honour, truth and
right;
Too poor a thing now for the Devil's pawn,
Let the large
mercy of the outraged sea
Engulf and hide you evermore from sight.
DEEP UNTO DEEP WAS CALLING
They rode through the bannered city -
The King and the Commoner,

And the hopes of the world were with them,
And the heart of the
world was astir.
For the moss-grown walls seemed falling
That
have shut away men from Kings;
And Deep unto Deep was calling

For the coming of greater things.
They rode to an age-old Palace
Where the feet of the Mighty go -

(A Palace that stands unshaken
Despite the boast of the foe!)
And
the King from Kings descending -
And the Man of the People's
choice
In a Super-Man seemed blending,
And they spoke as with
one voice.

And one voice now and for ever
Will