Louise Lamprey, Days of the Discoverers
“ The hunt is up, the hunt is up To the gray Atlantic's bound,— The health of the Queen in a golden cup!— The quarry is hunting the hound! Like steel the stars gleam through the night On armored waves beneath,— As England's honor cold and bright We bear her sword in sheath! When that great Empire dies away And none recall her place, Men shall remember our work to-day And tell of our Captain's grace,— How never a woman or child was the worse Wherever our foe we found, Nor their own priests had cause to curse The quarry that hunted the hound! ”
