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rich, my country: gold?In glittering flood has poured into thy chest;?Thy flocks and herds increase, thy barns are pressed?With harvest, and thy stores can hardly hold?Their merchandise; unending trains are rolled?Along thy network rails of East and West;?Thy factories and forges never rest;?Thou art enriched in all things bought and sold!
But dost thou prosper? Better news I crave.?O dearest country, is it well with thee?Indeed, and is thy soul in health??A nobler people, hearts more wisely brave,?And thoughts that lift men up and make them free.--?These are prosperity and vital wealth!
The Hague, October 1, 1916.
THE GLORY OF SHIPS
The glory of ships is an old, old song,?since the days when the sea-rovers ran?In their open boats through the roaring surf,?and the spread of the world began;?The glory of ships is a light on the sea,?and a star in the story of man.
When Homer sang of the galleys of Greece?that conquered the Trojan shore,?And Solomon lauded the barks of Tyre that?brought great wealth to his door,?'Twas little they knew, those ancient men,?what would come of the sail and the oar.
The Greek ships rescued the West from the East,?when they harried the Persians home;?And the Roman ships were the wings of strength?that bore up the empire, Rome;?And the ships or Spain found a wide new world?far over the fields of foam.
Then the tribes of courage at last saw clear?that the ocean was not a bound,?But a broad highway, and a challenge to seek?for treasure as yet unfound;?So the fearless ships fared forth to the search,?in joy that the globe was round.
Their hulls were heightened, their sails spread out.?they grew with the growth of their quest;?They opened the secret doors of the East,?and the golden gates of the West;?And many a city of high renown?was proud of a ship on its crest.
The fleets of England and Holland and France?were at strife with each other and Spain;?And battle and storm sent a myriad ships?to sleep in the depths of the main;?But the seafaring spirit could never be drowned,?and it filled up the fleets again.
They greatened and grew, with the aid of steam,?to a wonderful, vast array,?That carries the thoughts and the traffic of men?into every harbor and bay;?And now in the world-wide work of the ships?'tis England that leads the way.
O well for the leading that follows the law?of a common right on the sea!?But ill for the leader who tries to hold?what belongs to mankind in fee!?The way of the ships is an open way,?and the ocean must ever be free!
Remember, O first of the maritime folk,?how the rise of your greatness began.?It will live if you safeguard the round-the-world road?from the shame of a selfish ban;?For the glory of ships is a light on the sea,?and a star in the story of man!
September 12, 1916.
MARE LIBERUM
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You dare to say with perjured lips,?"We fight to make the ocean free"??You, whose black trail of butchered ships?Bestrews the bed of every sea?Where German submarines have wrought?Their horrors! Have you never thought,--?What you call freedom, men call piracy!
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Unnumbered ghosts that haunt the wave,?Where you have murdered, cry you down;?And seamen whom you would not save,?Weave now in weed grown depths a crown?Of shame for your imperious head,--?A dark memorial of the dead,--?Women and children whom you sent to drown.
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Nay, not till thieves are set to guard?The gold, and corsairs called to keep?O'er peaceful commerce watch and ward?And wolves do herd the helpless sheep,?Shall men and women look to thee,?Thou ruthless Old Man of the Sea,?To safeguard law and freedom on the deep!
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In nobler breeds we put our trust;?The nations in whose sacred lore?The "Ought" stands out above the "Must,"?And honor rules in peace and war.?With these we hold in soul and heart,?With these we choose our lot and part,?Till Liberty is safe on sea and shore.
London Times, February 12, 1917.
"LIBERTY ENLIGHTENING THE WORLD"
Thou warden of the western gate, above Manhattan Bay,?The fogs of doubt that hid thy face are driven clean away:?Thine eyes at last look far and clear, thou liftest high thy hand To spread the light of liberty world-wide for every land.
No more thou dreamest of a peace reserved alone for thee,?While friends are fighting for thy cause beyond the guardian sea; The battle that they wage is thine; thou fallest if they fall; The swollen flood of Prussian pride will sweep unchecked o'er all.
O cruel is the conquer-lust in Hohenzollern brains;?The paths they plot to gain their goal are dark with shameful stains: No faith they keep, no law revere, no god but naked Might;-- They are the foemen of mankind. Up, Liberty; and smite!
Britain, and France, and Italy, and Russia newly born,?Have waited for thee in the night. Oh, come as comes the morn! Serene and strong and full of faith, America, arise,?With steady hope and mighty help to join thy brave Allies.
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