Coming out of the misty lands
Far, far over the misty sea.
Now the Foe is a crippled wreck,
Limping out of the deadly fight.
Smiling yond on the quarter-deck
Stands the Spirit, all silver-bright.
J. E. Middleton
From "Sea Dogs and Men at Arms"—G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York. By permission of the Author