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_ is Farragut's command. But what delays? 'mid wounds above Dim buoys give hint of death below   Sea ambuscades, where evil art had aped Hecla that hides in snow. The centre van, entangled, trips; The starboard leader holds straight on: A cheer for the Tecumseh!  nay, Before their eyes the turreted ship goes down! IS FARRAGUT'S COMMAND BUT WHAT DELAYS MID WOUNDS ABOVE DIM BUOYS GIVE HINT OF DEATH BELOW SEA AMBUSCADES WHERE EVIL ART HAD APED HECLA THAT HIDES IN SNOW THE CENTRE VAN ENTANGLED TRIPS THE STARBOARD LEADER HOLDS STRAIGHT ON A CHEER FOR THE TIKUMSA NAY BEFORE THEIR EYES THE TURRETED SHIP GOES DOWN
e, bonetas glide; Below, the sleeping sailor swing, And if their dreams to quarters spring, Or cheer their flag, or breast a stormy tide. But drums are beat: _Up anchor all!_ The triple lines steam slowly on; Day breaks, and through the sweep of decks each man Stands coldly by his gun-- As cold as it. But he shall warm-- Warm with the solemn metal there, And all its ordered fury share, In attitude a gladiatorial form. The Admiral--yielding the love Which held his life and ship so dear-- Sailed second in the long fleet’s midmost line; Yet thwarted all their care: He lashed himself aloft, and shone Star of the fight, with influence sent Throughout the dusk embattlement; And so they neared the strait and walls of stone. No sprintly fife as in the field, The decks were hushed like fanes in prayer; Behind each man a holy angel stood-- He stood, though none was ’ware. Out spake the forts on either hand, Back speak the ships when spoken to, And set their flags in concert true, And _On and in! N FAIR EVE ON BATTLE GRIM THE SENTRY'S PACE BONITAS GLIDE BELOW THE SLEEPING SAILORS SWING AND IT THEIR DREAMS TO QUARTER SPRING OR CHEER THEIR FLAG OR BREAST A STORMY TIDE BUT DRUMS ARE BEAT UP ANCHOR ALL THE TRIPLE LINES STEAM SLOWLY ON DAY BREAKS AND THROUGH THE SWEEP OF DECKS EACH MAN STANDS COLDLY BY HIS GUN AS COLD AS IT BUT HE SHALL WARM WARM WITH THE SOLEMN METAL THERE AND ALL ITS ORDERED FURY SHARE IN ATTITUDE A GLADATORIAL FORM THE ADMIRAL YIELDING THE LOVE WHICH HELD HIS LIFE AND SHIP SO DEAR SAILED SECOND IN THE LONG FLEET'S MIDMOST LINE YET THWARTED ALL THEIR CARE HE LASHED HIMSELF ALOFT AND SHONE STAR OF THE FIGHT WITH INFLUENCE SENT THROUGHOUT THE DUSK EMBATTLEMENT AND SO THEY NEARED THE STRAIT AND WALLS OF STONE NO SPRIGHTLY FIFE AS IN THE FIELD THE DECKS WERE HUSHED LIKE FANES IN PRAYER BEHIND EACH MAN A HOLY ANGEL STOOD HE STOOD THOUGH NONE WAS WARE OUT SPAKE THE FORTS ON EITHER HAND BACK SPEAK THE SHIPS WHEN SPOKEN TO AND SET THEIR FLAGS IN CONCERT TRUE AND ON AND IN
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