In all climes we pitch out tents,Cronies of the elements,With the secret lords of birthIntimate and free.
Richard HoveyThe people blossoms armies and puts forthThe splendid summer of its noiseless might.
Richard HoveyNor love they leastWho strike with right good willTo vanquish illAnd fight God’s battle upward from the beast.
Richard HoveyWho would not rather founder in the fightThan not have known the glory of the fray?
Richard HoveyPraise be to you, O hills, that you can breatheInto our souls the secret of your power!
Richard HoveySpring in the world!And all things are made new!
Richard HoveyFor ’t is always fair weatherWhen good fellows get togetherWith a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
Richard HoveyThe East and the West in the spring of the world shall blendAs a man and a woman that plightTheir troth in the warm spring night.
Richard HoveyThe great white cold walks abroad!
Richard HoveyHow loving is the Lord God and how strong withal!
Richard HoveyShall the iron argue with the smith what it would be?Or, shall the wrought iron reason with the mongerTo whom it would be sold?
Richard HoveyLove seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,Who gives and asks no payment.
Richard HoveyFair weather weddings make fair weather lives.
Richard HoveyThere is no sorrow like a love deniedNor any joy like love that has its will.
Richard HoveyThere are worser ills to faceThan foemen in the fray;And many a man has fought because—He feared to run away.
Richard HoveyEast, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of—and forth!
Richard HoveyI do not know beneath what sky Nor on what seas shall be thy fate; I only know it shall be high, I only know it shall be great.
Richard HoveyAnd you prate of the wealth of nations, as if it were bought and sold, The wealth of nations is men, not silk and cotton and gold.
Richard HoveyEast, to the dawn, or west or south or north! Loose rein upon the neck of and forth!
Richard HoveyFor 't is always fair weather When good fellows get together With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
Richard HoveyYe who made war that your ships Should lay to at the beck of no nation, Make war now on Murder, that slips The leash of her hounds of damnation; Ye who remembered the Alamo, Remember the Maine!
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