.... an he wrote exceedingly good poetry (in English sometimes too!
)
The strength of twice three thousand horse
That serve the one command;
The hand that heaves the headlong force,
The hate that backs the hand:
The doom-bolt in the darkness freed,
The mine that splits the main;
The white-hot wake, the 'wildering speed--
The Choosers of the Slain!
Now then Colin - this one has rythym!! Its also an anthem that suits me better... final verse of 'The Destroyers' of 1898 vintage!