THE RUSH OF THE & quot;OREGON & quot;

THEY held her South to Magellan s mouth,

Then East they steered her, forth

Through the farther gate of the crafty strait,

And then they held her North.

Six thousand miles to the Indian Isles!

And the Oregon rushed home,

Her wake a swirl of jade and pearl,

Her bow a bend of foam.

And when at Rio the cable sang,

& quot;There is war, there is war with Spain! & quot;

The swart crews grinned and stroked their guns

And thought of the mangled Maine.

In the glimmered gloom of the engine room

There was joy to each grimy soul,

And fainting men sprang up again

And heaped the blazing coal.

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