Click in the field, then press CTRL+C to copy the HTML code
<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117225" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>When the Great Gray Ships Come In</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o’er mapless miles of sea,<br>On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free,<br>And the furthermost isles make answer, harbor, and height, and hill,<br>Breaker and beach cry, each to each, “’Tis the Mother who calls! Be still!”<br>Mother! new-found, beloved, and strong to hold from harm,<br>Stretching to these across the seas the shield of her sovereign arm,<br>Who summoned the guns of her sailor sons, who bade her navies roam,<br>Who calls again to the leagues of main, and who calls them this time home!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And the great gray ships are silent, and the weary watchers rest;<br>The black cloud dies in the August skies, and deep in the golden west<br>Invisible hands are limning a glory of crimson bars,<br>And far above is the wonder of a myriad wakened stars!<br>Peace! As the tidings silence the strenuous cannonade,<br>Peace at last! is the bugle blast the length of the long blockade,<br>And eyes of vigil weary are lit with the glad release,<br>From ship to ship and from lip to lip it is “Peace! Thank God for peace.”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah, in the sweet hereafter Columbia still shall show<br>The sons of these who swept the seas how she bade them rise and go,—<br>How, when the stirring summons smote on her children’s ear,<br>South and North at the call stood forth, and the whole land answered, “Here!”<br>For the soul of the soldier’s story and the heart of the sailor’s song<br>Are all of those who meet their foes as right should meet with wrong,<br>Who fight their guns till the foeman runs, and then, on the decks they trod,<br>Brave faces raise, and give the praise to the grace of their country’s God!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, it is good to battle, and good to be strong and free,<br>To carry the hearts of a people to the uttermost ends of sea,<br>To see the day steal up the bay where the enemy lies in wait,<br>To run your ship to the harbor’s lip and sink her across the strait:—<br>But better the golden evening when the ships round heads for home,<br>And the long gray miles slip swiftly past in a swirl of seething foam,<br>And the people wait at the haven’s gate to greet the men who win!<br>Thank God for peace! Thank God for peace, when the great gray ships come in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guy+Wetmore+Carryl">Guy Wetmore Carryl</a> from <i>The Garden of Years and Other Poems</i><div class=q>
<img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share">
<script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=117225" data-title="When the Great Gray Ships Come In de Guy Wetmore Carryl" data-description="To eastward ringing, to westward winging, o’er mapless miles of sea,/On winds and tides the gospel rides that the furthermost isles are free,/And the furthermost isles make answer, harbor, and height, and hill,/Breaker and beach cry, each to eac..."></div>
</div>
</div>