The Muse in Arms (1917)
“ Where a gallant ship may anchor when her fighting days are done, Free from tempest, rock and battle, toil and tumult safely o'er, Where the breezes murmur softly and there's peace for evermore. They have climbed the last horizon, they are standing in from sea, And the Pilot makes the Haven where a ship is glad to be: Comes at last the glorious greeting, strangely new and ages old, See the sober grey is shining like the Tudor green and gold! And the waiting jibs are hoisted, in the old way, As the guns begin to thunder down the line ”
