OvER and over the broad earth's breast, Over and over
the main, From the Isles of the East to the Isles of the West There is welded a golden chain.
Over the hundred years gone by Voices are borne on the sea : "Ye have warred our war, ye have cried our cry, Ye have conquered, even as we."
Tyranny darkened our Western light ('Twas a hundred years ago), When our fathers sailed for the fateful fight, And struck the all-saving blow.
Tyranny grasps at your island throne, Darkens your realm of the Sun; But your signal to-day has been Nelson's own, And his word on your warships won.
Ye have learned our lore of the glorious seas, Ye have proved it pure and true ; But your faithful vigil, your scorn of ease— God grant that we learn them of you!
Over and over the broad earth's breast, Over and over the main, From the Isles of the East to the Isles of the West There is welded a soul-wrought chain.
ERNEST MYERS.
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