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41944	Bower, John Graham	On Patrol			.txt	text/plain	13411	1198	97	He went to sea on the long patrol, WHEN ALL THE WIRELESS STATIONS CRY--"COME HOME, YOU SHIPS OF WAR"-As out of the dark the long grey hulls come rolling in from sea. The peace will come when God shall stay His hand, Out to the wharf where the long ship lay with her beak to the open sea, "Pass to the sea and the Death beyond to the home of the Gods you left Or the High Sea Fleet from the Bight comes forth, "Do you cross the sea to-night with me?" the cold North-Easter cried-you're right--you German men, with a three-day gale to blow, At peace or war, when you hear my voice you shall know no Lord but me." Two o' the morn, and a rising sea, I'd like to ease to slow, Listen in the North Sea--news for you to-day." Waiting in the cold North Sea. A.D. 400	./cache/41944.txt	./txt/41944.txt