The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1905-06-11
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Arrival of "Almaz"
at Vladiyostock

Crowd the people to the ramparts,
anxious gazes seward fling,
Ask with whitened lips the question
what will tomorrow bring?"
Lo, for weary months we've waited,
matching hope against despair,
Seen our navy sunk and scattered,
seen our armies disappear.
Keeling over backward, backward
thousands lying where they fell
From the CORY banks of Yalu to red
Mukden's snowy hell.
Lo, our brothers bones are crying
from the wild Manchurian plain
And Port Arthur's blood-soaked
trenches echo back the cry
again;
DO not let us, oh our brothers, dying
shed our blood in vain"
Send the great white Gar his answer
lifts our hearts from black de.
feat;
BE We of good cheer, my children,
for | send a mighty fleet
Battleships and cruisers stately,
heavy guns and gallant men,
Strong to wrest the mastery for US,
Mt to crown our arms again"
Now the day and hour cometh, and
, our fate Is in the cast, {
God of Battles hear our heart plea,
give us victory at last"
Murmurs thus the domed city, look
ing ever toward the sea,
Hears a thrilling cry go upward,
See, sail is on the lea.
Rush. the crowds with hearts elated,
cheering wildly on the way.
See lonely cruiser limping, slowly.
slowly up the bay;
Battle SCARED and smoke enyeloped.
rent with shot and torn with
shell,
Half her sailors dead or dying, bodies
lying where they fell.
coming, wOeful welcome "Goj
in Heaven, can 1t be,
That of all the Cars proud SQUAD
ron, thou alone hast Won to
me-" =
Bows his head the pale-faced captain,
filings his arms in wild despair,
Would to God, my corpse was lying,
with my stricken comrades
there,
Meath the blue Corean waters, il
had been happier fate,
Ere this news l. had TO bring thee,
long sought haven. found too
late.
Blame us not, oh waiting city, we have
done what men could do,
Through days and nights of toll and
watching, we have sought 10
come to you.
Thirteen thousand miles have van.
ished, meath our squadron 5
foaming track,
Since the Great White Father bade
US. go and win his prestige back.
And We set that star before US,
through storm and toll, watch
and woe,
swearing that we'd die or conquer.
longing soon Co meet the foe.
And We met him, fatal morning, big
with Russia's hapiess fate.
Strove to force our way, not knowing.
Devil Togo held the Strait.
DeV1l Togo and his seamen, fiery de-
mons of the sea,
Splitting, biting. singing. barking
not one chance in ten had we.
Held the Strait, and held our fortune,
in the hollow of his hand
Crushing all our hopes forever. heaped
with woe our fatherland;
Scattered all our feet before him.
shattered, broken, sunk and
fed,
Filled the wide world with his glory,
filled the Straits with Russian
dead
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From that trap of death Internal.
from that foamipg mouth OF
hell,
We alone OF all that squadron. have
escaped, the tale to tell"
Toll thy bells, oh Vladivostok. around
thee thick the shadows fan.
And thy monarch weeps in anguish.
in his distant marble hail.
Weeps IN anguish, hapless ruler.
reigning DER a hapiess LAM.
Goes ne in the dusk spectre, CHASTITY.
red capped. watch in hand?
Hears he on the wind a murnur
growing every day more bold?
In the balance weighed thou'rt wan.
ing,
Thy doom is sealed, thine hour
tolled."
Rises up a mighty nation armored
buckled. sword in grasn