A LOVE SONG.

Observer, Volume XXXV, Issue 46, 24 July 1915, Page 18

A LOVE SONG.

[Fob, the Observer.]

Grey ships of the Navy, I watch through my glass Flotillas move out : to the sea, Your oamnon reflecting The light as youV pass. And sailor boys laughing in glee Afar on the waters • You circle and)- veer, While enemies fleei as you come; There'© nothing om earth . . Or in Heaven you fear, When Jelliooe's rolling hie drum! I love you, proud vessels , , The boats of my heart, Surrounding and guarding my land! We all sleep, in safety, W T hile lurking apart, Antagonists hide in tlie saaid. They haven't the 'courage Our shores to invade,

Else depths of the ocean they'll plumb; They venture no more On a Scarborough raid, For Britain is beating her drum! E. L. Eyre.