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Oh, heart 1 they cannot, must not fail, — 



Man is of God, even if of dust. 



Science and Toil, with mutual trust, 

 Move forth— and nought may countervail. 



For, skill of head and skill of hand. 

 Heroic strength and godlike mind, ' 

 In oneness for one task combine, 



Have earnest thought and careful planned. 



III. 



Ah, woesome sight ! with battered spars, 

 Our ships from their mid-ocean cruise 

 Return, — with seamen's wearied thews 



And eyes that bless the peep of stars. 



"And is your sea-craft foiled again? 

 And come ye back even as ye went, — 

 With all your precious stores unspent. 



That else had dowered the homes of men?" 



" N^ay, nay ! we come not as we went. 



We braved the storm, and did not shirk ; 



We stemmed the waves and did our work,- 

 Our work hath full accomplishment." 



" Now, welcome home, ye sons of toil ! 



Ye valorous riders of the sea, 



Ye knights of modern errantry. 

 Fouled with no streak of battle-soil. 



"" This hard-won victory ye have gained 

 Exceeds all sung of ancient time ; 

 Your names shall be in every clime, 



Your bright renown by no blood stained. 



" Bold offspring of those Vikings bold, 

 Whose baby limbs the billows nursed. 

 Stand forth confessed among our first — 



Among the manliest of earth's mould." 



IV. 



Well spake the heart of Britain then, 

 Casting her voice adown the sea: 

 "To God, the Highest, let glory be, 



And peace on earth, good will towards men." 



