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THE HOUR

(Midnight, Aug. 4, 1914)

We’ve shut the gates by the Dover Straits,

And north, where the tides run free,

Cheek by jowl, our watchdogs prowl,

Gray hulks in a grayer sea.

And the prayer that the Empire prays to-night—

O Lord of our destiny! ....

As the foam of our plunging prows, is white;

We have stood for peace, and we war for right;

God give us victory!

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The west wind blows in the face of the foe ....

Old Drake is beating his drum ....

They drank to ‘The Day’, for The Hour we pray,

The day and hour have come.

The sea-strewn Empire prays to-night ....

O Lord of our destiny! ....

Thou didst give the seas into Britain’s might,

For the freedom of Thy seas we fight

God give us victory!

James B. Fagan

in the Daily Telegraph.