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