WHY linger round the sunken wrecks br Where old Armadas found their graves? br Why slumber on the sleepy decks br While foam and clash the angry waves? br Up! when the storm-blast rends the clouds, br And winged with ruin sweeps the gale, br Young feet must climb the quivering shrouds, br Young hands must reef the bursting sail! br br Leave us to fight the tyrant creeds br Who felt their shackles, feel their scars; br The cheerful sunlight little heeds br The brutes that prowled beneath the stars; br The dawn is here, the day star shows br The spoils of many a battle won, br But sin and sorrow still are foes br That face us in the morning sun.