Bodies glad, erect, Beautiful with youth, Life's elect, Nature's truth, Marching host on host, Those bright, unblemished ones, Manhood's boast, Feed them to the guns. ...
Never was there lovelier town Than our Falmouth by the sea. Tender curves of sky look down On her grace of knoll and lea. Sweet her nestled Mayflower blows Ere from prouder haunts the spring...