18.04.2012, 21:22
The Ship of Destiny
Yet hangs our glory not in smoke nor steam,
For neither trade, with all her young romance,
Nor war's superb and tragic circumstance
Can limn the wondrous vision of our dream:
These are but hinds to lift us o'er the stream
That foams along the envious rocks of chance,
Strong hands to guide us through hat's elfin dance,
Warlocks alert to work our hest supreme.
Gallant the cruiser clean and trim for fight,
Gallant the liner's lithe and queenly state,
And by their strengths our lives are brave and free;
Yet fairer far the galleon of our fate
That draws from out the shadows of the night,
And sweeps with dawn across the gradual sea.
Yet hangs our glory not in smoke nor steam,
For neither trade, with all her young romance,
Nor war's superb and tragic circumstance
Can limn the wondrous vision of our dream:
These are but hinds to lift us o'er the stream
That foams along the envious rocks of chance,
Strong hands to guide us through hat's elfin dance,
Warlocks alert to work our hest supreme.
Gallant the cruiser clean and trim for fight,
Gallant the liner's lithe and queenly state,
And by their strengths our lives are brave and free;
Yet fairer far the galleon of our fate
That draws from out the shadows of the night,
And sweeps with dawn across the gradual sea.