POETRY.
"TORPEDO." CIRO: A.D. 400.
"Quota non indotnitam dine Torpedinis erten Audiit . .
Emicat horror 's." motnendua ab fade —CIA CY/J.1AM Elassrmit ILL, 1.2, 20414 Arras 1500 YEAns.
"WHO has not heard F" Who will not hear, With clash of Navies drawing near, Some tale of One who seems to glide
In silent watch beneath the tide,
Her sisters streaming in her wake As lithe grey wolf cubs through the brake ?
Before her, en a mighty fleet.
Ten thousand hearts, united, beat To guard the realm, to spurn the foe; Huge guns, to deal the shattering blow; All wealth may yield, or brain design To form a State's proud battle line.
Hark I Through the tether thrills afar One brief stern message, "Strike ! 'tie War." Relentless, to her stroke of doom Leaps the Torpedo through the gloom. Her steel-capped snout sheers through the net, The ship's chill flank her lips have met In fatal kiss. Again . . .1 Again. . .1 Thy wrath, 0 God of Hosts, restrain I "Horror" it was that from the deep Shone forth to strike—Aye, maids may weep, And homeland mourn, that flood and flame Have ravished all . but Honour's name.
"Who has not heard? " Unconquered still, Speed on, thy cup of wrath to fill. Thy sisters grey glide on with thee,
Dread watchers of the Narrow Sea. C. M.
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