History of the U. S. S. Leviathan e-bog

Whilst the greatest effort has been made to ensure the quality of this text, due to the historical nature of this content, in some rare cases there may be minor issues with legibility. Leviathan<br><br>Adele M. Marshall<br><br>Leviathan, thou noble ship,<br>Thou mighty monarch of the seas,<br>May thy stalwart form and mighty force<br>War's desolating horrors ease.<br>We view the grandeur of thy bulk,<br>And gaze with wonder and with awe<br>At thy great magnitude and might<br>Which surpass visions we foresaw.<br><br>As now in peaceful anchor held,<br>The waves caress thy sturdy bow:<br>The ocean flirts and beckons thee<br>To sail away, away - and now<br>She lures thee with her shining crest,<br>But couldst thou see beneath the wave<br>The yawning jaws of cavern greed<br>From which a God alone can save.<br><br>She'll lure thee out into her midst,<br>Then tantalize with storm and gale,<br>But these mere trifles bring no fear<br>As ever on you sail.<br>But deep within her somber soul<br>There lie devices horn of hate,<br>In traitorous hearts and crafty minds<br>Hell's strategies they propagate.<br><br>And will there mechanisms harm?<br>Will bomb or shot e'er rend thy bark?<br>Will cries of horrors fill the air<br>As dangers peer from ocean dark?<br>There is but One who knows thy fate;<br>Within the hollow of His hand<br>Thy safety lies. You can but wait<br>And place thy trust in Beulah Land.<br><br>We trust thee, ship, we give our sons<br>By thousands. Will they fill thy halls?<br>Oh bring them safe across the wave<br>Despite the whirlpool, storms and squalls<br>The prayers and sobs from broken hearts<br>Will follow as thy course is run.<br>This prayer eternal, to heaven will rise -<br>Thy will, not mine. Oh, God, lie done.<br><br>Leviathan, thou ship of state,<br>Sail on, sail on victorious.<br>Crush thou the tools of hate