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OLD IRONSIDES' RETURN
On
morning's tide she slipped her lines
And
ran her colors high.
A
century gone since last unfurled
Those
sails against the sky.
No
hero's blood will spill today,
No
foe lie still and paled.
Her
cannons sound in joyous roar,
Old
Ironsides has sailed.
Her
timbers sing a glad refrain,
Against
the surging wave,
The
memory of a distant past,
Now
rescued from the grave.
Her
bowsprit springs to life again,
Awakened
in the spray.
She
grasps the wind with eager arms,
By
God, she's underway!
To
dwell again in
And
dance amid the foam,
To
brave the mighty deep once more
And
safely turn to home.
Defying
death yet once again,
Her
name she's never failed,
She'll sail into eternity,
Old
Ironsides' prevailed.
Tom Priest (July 1997)
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