reeled creaming high,
Went out from the ken of the searchlight with
a hoarse but brave “Good-by.”
In the great white light no sign of fright stole
wrinkling o’er a face,
For the men of the Banks know How to die
when Davy trumps their ace.
And better than simply dying—they can cheer-
fully, bravely give
Life, heart, and head in a comrade’s stead if