Henry Davenport Northrop, New Century Speaker and Writer… (1901)
“ Not a man have we lost; yet the battle is o’er,And their ships ride the bay of Manila no more. Dark, silent and dark, on the face of the deep,A ship glides in there; are the Spaniards asleep?The channel is mined! Oh, rash sailors beware!Or that death dealing fiend will spring up from his lair;He will tear you, and rend you, with wild fiendish roar,And cast you afar on the bay and the shore! They laugh at the danger; what care they for death?’Tis only a shock and the ceasing of breath;Their souls to their Maker, their forms to the wave,What nation has sons like the home of the brave? ”
