James Russell Lowell,
On Board the '76
(1864)
“ Sails, shrouds, and spars with pirate cannon torn, We lay, awaiting morn. Awaiting morn, such morn as mocks despair; And she that bare the promise of the world Within her sides, now hopeless, helmless, bare, At random o'er the wildering waters hurled; The reek of battle drifting slow alee No sullener than we. ”
James Russell Lowell,
On Board the '76
(1864)
“ Of being brave and true. We, listening, learned what makes the might of words,— Manhood to back them, constant as a star; His voice rammed home our cannon, edged our swords, And sent our boarders shouting ”
James Russell Lowell,
On Board the '76
(1864)
“ The fiercer for his hurt. What now were best? Once more tug bravely at the peril's root, Though death came with it? Or evade the test If right or wrong in this God's world of ours Be leagued with higher powers? ”
