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PATRIOTIC PIECES
His comrades these; his foe is ours, the foe of law and right,
The stealthy, murderous German "fish," that prowls and kills by night;
And none may sink him where he swims, flouting God's age-built plan,
None but the guardian of us all, the rolling sailor-man.
His hands are often cruel cold; his heart is oftener warm,
For in its depths he knows 'tis he that shields the world from harm;
Because I know it too, my heart beats warmer when I meet
A blue-clad sailor-man adrift, on shore-leave from the fleet.
