98
A WORD FOR THE NAVY
That throbbing and sobbing
Of wind and gradual wave
They hear not and fear not
Who guide thee toward thy grave.
VII
Is worth but a whisper from thee,
While only the trust of thy heart is
At one with the soul of the sea.
In justice her trust is
Whose time her tidestreams keep;
They sink not, they shrink not,
Time casts them not on sleep.
VIII
Love hardly would bid thee take heed
Were Russia not faithful and loyal
Nor Germany guiltless of greed.