After long labouring in the windy ways,
On smooth and shining tides
Swiftly the great ship glides,
Her storms forgot, her weary watches past;
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Riding at dawn, riding alone,
Gillespie left the town behind;
Before he turned by the Westward road
A horseman crossed him, staggering blind
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The Forest above and the Combe below,
On a bright September morn!
He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God
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O Son of mine, when dusk shall find thee bending
Between a gravestone and a cradle's head---
Between the love whose name is loss unending
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Boys, are ye calling a toast to-night?
(Hear what the sea-wind saith)
Fill for a bumper strong and bright,
And here's to Admiral Death!
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Lad, and can you rest now,
There beneath your hill!
Your hands are on your breast now,
But is your heart so still?
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It's good to see the school we knew,
the land of youth and dream.
To greet again the rule we knew,
before we took the stream.
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In seventeen hundred and fifty-nine,
When Hawke came swooping from the West,
The French King's Admiral with twenty of the line,
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Lover of England, stand awhile and gaze
With thankful heart, and lips refrained from praise;
They rest beyond the speech of human pride
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