YE MARINERS OF ENGLAND YE Mariners of England! That guard our native seas; Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, Your glorious standard launch again And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow; And the stormy winds do blow. The spirit of your fathers Shall start from every wave! For the deck it was their field of fame, Where Blake and mighty Nelson fell, As ye sweep through the deep, Britannia needs no bulwarks, No towers along the steep; Her march is o'er the mountain-waves, Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, When the stormy winds do blow; The meteor flag of England Till danger's troubled night depart, When the storm has ceased to blow; And the storm has ceased to blow. THOMAS CAMPBELL. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP Over the sea our galleys went, With cleaving prows in order brave, Each bark built out of a forest-tree Left leafy and rough as first it grew, The Wanderers (ROBERT BROWNING) I THE BRITISH PERIOD LONG ago, before the dawn of our history, when the wanderings of ancient tribes from east to west brought about the peopling of the British Islands, there must have arisen problems of shipbuilding and navigation of a serious nature. During the gradual crossing of the continent of Europe, nothing more difficult would present itself than the ferrying of rivers or fishing on inland waters. But the moment the shores of the North Sea and the Atlantic were reached, a check was given to the navigation which could only be overcome by the building of vessels large enough to transport whole families with their vehicles, cattle, and household utensils. |