Show immortal john paul jones As thistledown light and impotent compared with our navy now the wind tossed ranger with john paul jones the boul 0 her helm to bow drifting er ocean a meadows green skimming its hills high but we will blossom snore jones I 1 into thistles by and by pause and ponder job paul jones planted the seed that grew into the very knives mowed his canvas flew see at whitehaven White haven the flames leap red at belfast lough the drake s men dead the bon homme richard ough head icae you struck they cry from the from a sinking vessel made to was ever a braver retort than this surrendered jones thundered dered no I 1 am juat beginning to fight brave deeds were done that night but seed 0 sea or earth to bloom and grow must be laid low to rise to greater worth the ranger s guns long ceased to roar the bon homme richard fights no more the brain that ruled the main became dust acain in an unmarked grave beyond the wave but hie soul that ne er feared to do or dare it slept not there but in our navy everywhere ills prophecy fulfilled we see behold our virile ships armored bristling bright a field of thistles rom thistledown grown terrible in might and to day I 1 rom far away out of the past with home bound pennant the bluet flung to the gales the hero sails mid the flame leap and the cloud rolled from ea cannon ancient vessels we behold I 1 rom england s coasts they sail as ghosts from france s shore they glide once more friend and toe of the long ago in honor of john paul jones appearing on the sea he sail thus after many year to prove his prophecy howard clinton dickinson in new york sun |