They shall not pass—
For France knows no defeat,
Nor hesitates to nobly pay the price.
They shall not pass
Till brave hearts cease to beat,
And none shall stand to fall in sacrifice.
They shall not pass—
America will stand
As long as lips can answer her, “I come.”
They shall not pass,
To strike the lovéd land,
That freedom’s children rise to call their home.
SHIPS THAT SAIL IN THE NIGHT
DYSART McMULLEN
in Munsey’s Magazine
Permission to reproduce in this book
“Not a light visible. Not a man above the deck.”—From a correspondent’s description.
HAIL and farewell,
Ships that pass to the sea!
Hail and a long farewell,
Soldiers of destiny!
Not with rolling of drums,
Not with music and songs,
Not with laughter and weeping,
Or cheering of passionate throngs;
But silently, as is fitting,
Gray ghosts passing from sight;
Great ships like sea-gulls flitting
Against the curtain of night.