O SHIP of Liberty! Our hearts go forth with thee. Not with the thunder of guns Shalt thou assault the Huns; Not through the winter drear Shalt thou keep vigil clear Where lies the caged foe, His fleet a futile show; Not thine to leap the wave With instinct of the brave, Hunting the hidden craft That aims the coward shaft. No; but not less thine aid To Freedom's cause is made. Across the winter waste Thy eager breath shall haste To bear our heart-sent food To Freedom's brotherhood; To take thy share of souls That Freedom war-ward rolls -- The strange, new tide that breaks On France's shore and shakes From their foundation stones The tottering Teuton thrones. O Ship of Liberty! Our hearts go forth with thee. |