"Good news of the great Liner, done
To splinters, and some thirty score
Of 'Mounseers' perished! Not a gun
To fire! Just stand by—no more!
"Also, that Captain who should go—
Eyes open—where this Gaul is driven,
Would steer straight into Hell's mid woe
Out of the easy peace of Heaven.
"Well! let them strike and drown!—Not he!
Not lion-hearted Paget! No!
The war's forgot! He'll make us see
Seamanship at its topmost. 'Blow
"'Boatswain! your pipe! Endymions, hear!
Forward and aft, all hands on deck!
Let my sails draw, range hawsers clear!
Paget from fate his foe will pluck!'
"So bears she down; the fair white flag
