A FLEET ACTION
Strong raged the wintry gale. Rollins and heaving G-roundswell, -with blinding nail, Spindrift and eleet. Lost was the landward light. And we were leaving Britain in dread that mght— Wo of the fleet. Dawn! the Allies ahead, Far o'er the eastward spread, Swinging grey squadrons round, Taking their ground! Out of the fitormy dark, Straight at us, racing, stark, Born out of mighty terror, On came the Death. Hear! Dread Almighty, hear! The dying hail Thee— Wo that are past all fear, As are Thy dead I God, thou hast mado us men— Wo Khali not fail Thee i Save Thou our country thenTake us instead! Christ's love shall understand Love for our Mother Land s Britain may rest unharmed When love is armed Mined, shelled, torpedoed, rammed, Burned, stifled, drowned, damned, Lord God of Hbsts, avenge- va ; God save the State! Blood splashing overhand! All drowned m lying. Torn and dismeraber'd dead, In the red hell! Flame sweeps the reeling deck— Screams of. the Xashed from each blswang -wr»ck, Oust* of live shell 1 Onward in lin» ahead, Past dying ships and dead, See their doomed squadrons reel Under our steel! In blood, in fir*, in pain, i Britain's avenged again— God gives Victorious Britain Rule orf* the Sea! Roger Pocock. 1609.
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A FLEET ACTION, Evening Star, Issue 15679, 18 December 1914