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- THE ROSE OF BATTLE
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- ROSE of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
- The tall thought-woven sails, that flap unfurled
- Above the tide of hours, trouble the air,
- And God's bell buoyed to be the water's care;
- While hushed from fear, or loud with hope, a band
- With blown, spray-dabbled hair gather at hand,
- i{Turn if you may from battles never done,}
- I call, as they go by me one by one,
- i{Danger no refuge holds, and war no peace,}
- i{For him who hears love sing and never cease,}
- i{Beside her clean-swept hearth, her quiet shade:}
- i{But gather all for whom no love hath made}
- i{A woven silence, or but came to cast}
- i{A song into the air, and singing passed}
- i{To smile on the pale dawn; and gather you}
- i{Who have sougft more than is in rain or dew,}
- i{Or in the sun and moon, or on the earth,}
- i{Or sighs amid the wandering, starry mirth,}
- i{Or comes in laughter from the sea's sad lips,}
- i{And wage God's battles in the long grey ships.}
- i{The sad, the lonely, the insatiable,}
- i{To these Old Night shall all her mystery tell;}
- i{God's bell has claimed them by the little cry}
- i{Of their sad hearts, that may not live nor die.}
- Rose of all Roses, Rose of all the World!
- You, too, have come where the dim tides are hurled
- Upon the wharves of sorrow, and heard ring
- The bell that calls us on; the sweet far thing.
- Beauty grown sad with its eternity
- Made you of us, and of the dim grey sea.
- Our long ships loose thought-woven sails and wait,
- For God has bid them share an equal fate;
- And when at last, defeated in His wars,
- They have gone down under the same white stars,
- We shall no longer hear the little cry
- Of our sad hearts, that may not live nor die.
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