SOO ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS

Sailor , What of the Debt We Owe You

., what of the debt we owe you ?
^ Day or night is the peril more ?
Who so dull that he fails to know you,
Sleepless guard of our island shore ?
Safe the corn to the farmyard taken ;
Grain ships safe upon all the seas ;
Homes in peace and a faith unshaken %
Sailor, what do we owe for these ?
Andrew John, Viscount Stuart
The Sea Is His
HpHE Sea is His : He made it,
jL Black gulf and sunlit shoal
From barriered bight to where the long
Leagues of Atlantic roll :
Small strait and ceaseless ocean
He bade each one to be :
The Sea is His : He made it,
And England keeps it free.
Count me the splendid captains
Who sailed with courage high
To chart the perilous ways unknown s
Tell me where these men lie !
To light a path for ships to come
They moored at Dead Man's Quay ;
The Sea is God's — He made it,
And these men made it free.
Oh little land of England,
Oh Mother of hearts too brave,
Men say this trust shall pass from thee
Who guardest Nelson's grave.
Aye, but these braggarts yet shall learn
Who'd hold the world in fee,
The Sea is God's, and England —
England shall keep it free.
R. E. Vernede
March On
npHEN lift the flag of the Last Crusade !
JL And fill the ranks of the Last Brigade 1
March on to the fields where the world's re-made,
And the ancient dreams come true !
Tom Kettle