But the great blue hawk of the heavens above

Fashioned the world for his prey,—

King and queen and hawk and dove,

We shall meet in his clutch that day;

Shall I not welcome him, I, the hawk?

Yea, cry, as they shrink from his claw,

Cry, as I die, to the unknown sky,

Life, I follow thy law!

XIII

Chorus—

Ships have swept with my conquering name ...

Over the world and beyond,

Hark! Bellerophon, Marlborough, Thunderer,

Condor, respond!—

On the blistered decks of their dread renown,

In the rush of my storm-beat wings,

Hawkins and Hawke went sailing down

To the glory of deep-sea kings!

By the storm-beat wings of the hawk, the hawk,

Bent beak and pitiless breast,

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