While the far farewell music thins and fails, br And the broad bottoms rip the bearing brine - br All smalling slowly to the gray sea line - br And each significant red smoke-shaft pales, br br Keen sense of severance everywhere prevails, br Which shapes the late long tramp of mounting men br To seeming words that ask and ask again: br "How long, O striving Teutons, Slavs, and Gaels br br Must your wroth reasonings trade on lives like these, br That are as puppets in a playing hand? - br When shall the saner softer polities br Whereof we dream, have play in each proud land, br And patriotism, grown Godlike, scorn to stand br Bondslave to realms, but circle earth and seas?"br br Thomas Hardybr br