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Ensign Epps, with his broken blade,
Cut the silk from the gilded staff, Which he poised like a spear till the charge was made
And hurled at the leader with a laugh. Then round his breast, like the scarf of his love, He tied the colors his heart above, And plunged in his armor into the tide, And there, in his dress of honor, died.
Where are the lessons your kinglings teach ?
And what is the text of your proud commanders? Out of the centuries, heroes reach With the scroll of a deed, with the word of a story, Of one man's truth and of all men's glory,
Like Ensign Epps at the battle of Flanders. |
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MAYFLOWER
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HUNDER our thanks to her—guns, hearts and lips! Cheer from the ranks to her, Shout from the banks to her — Mayflower ! Foremost and best of our ships.
Mayflower ! Twice in the national story Thy dear name in letters of gold — Woven in texture that never grows old —
Winning a home and winning glory !
Sailing the years to us, welcomed for aye;
Cherished for centuries, dearest to-day.
Every heart throbs for her, every flag dips —
Mayflower ! First and last, best of our ships. |
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