The dusky night rides down the sky,And ushers in the morn;The hounds all join in glorious cry,The huntsman winds his horn,And a-hunting we will go.
The pure, the beautiful, the bright,That stirred our hearts in youth,The impulse to a wordless prayer,The dreams of love and truth,The longings after something lost,The spirit’s yearning cry,The strivings after better hopes,—These things can never die.sarah doudney
Honour the brave who sleepWhere the lost “Titanic” lies,The men who knew what a man must doWhen he looks Death in the eyes.“Women and children first,”—Ah, strong and tender cry!The sons whom women had borne and nursed,Remembered,—and dared to die.The boats crept off in the dark:The great ship groaned: and then,—O stars of the night, who saw that sight,Bear witness, These were men!henry van dyke
The dusky night rides down the skyAnd ushers in the morn:The hounds all join in glorious cry,The huntsman winds his horn;And a-hunting we will go.Henry Fielding
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