Standard Selections / A Collection and Adaptation of Superior Productions from Best Authors for Use in Class Room and on the Platform - Unknown

For though from out our bourne of time and place

The flood may bear me far,

I hope to see my Pilot face to face

When I have crossed the bar.

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,

And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;

And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,