<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Plymouth Sound</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">OBEDIENT to the echoed harbour gun</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The homing traffic on the water's breast</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Fold up their tawny wings and take their rest.</p><p class="line">The pale-eyed stars already one by one</p><p class="line">Steal softly forth to look upon the sun,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">So proudly parting. While from island-nest,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Deep-shadowed cove, torn slope, or purple crest,</p><p class="line">All things give praise to God in unison.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Then, brothers—for the time is very near</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">When I, the youngest floweret of the heath,</p><p class="line">Will open in the gloomy courts of Fear,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Perchance to crown the pallid brow of Death—</p><p class="line">Oh let me, clinging to the greensward here.</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Drink in God's quietness with every breath.</p></div></body></html> · Great War