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Title: Men Of The Sea
Author: Ella Wheeler Wilcox [
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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.
[The end]
Ella Wheeler Wilcox's poem: Men Of The Sea
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