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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!_ is Farragut's command. But what delays? 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 IS FARRAGUT'S COMMAND BUT WHAT DELAYS
 chastened them to aptness for Devotion and the deeds of war, And death which smiles and cheers in spite of pain. Beyond the bar the land-wind dies, The prows becharmed at anchor swim: A summer night; the stars withdrawn look down-- Fair eve of battle grim. The sentries pace, 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. ND ROOTED OUT THE FALSE AND VAIN AND CHASTENED THEM TO APTNESS FOR DEVOTION AND THE DEEDS OF WAR AND DEATH WHICH SMILES AND CHEERS IN SPITE OF PAIN BEYOND THE BAR THE LAND WIND DIES THE PROWS BE CHARMED AT ANCHOR SWIMIM A SUMMER NIGHT THE STARS WITHDRAWN LOOK DOWN FAIR EVE ON BATTLE GRIM THE SENTRY'S PACE BONITAS GLIDE BELOW THE SLEEPING SAILORS SWING AND IT THEIR DREAMS TO QUARTER SPRING OR CHEER THEIR FLAG OR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
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