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Gordon, Anna A; Meriwether, Mrs. Lide; Towne, T. Martin. 'She Sails by the Stars' in 'White Ribbon Hymnal or Echoes of the Crusade' . Chicago: Woman's Temperance Publishing Association, 1892. [format: book], [genre: song]. Permission: Northern Illinois University
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She Sails by the Stars. — Prohibition Rallying Cry.
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Mrs. Lide Meriwether.
T. Martin Towne.
1. Launched on the wave, is the ship Prohibition —
Wave of Humanity, boundless and free;
Round her staunch gun wales, in fierce ebullition,
Mad waters foam as she heads out to sea:
While floats her canvas with brisk breezes fanning her,
Straight steers her rudder, with strong sinews maning her —
Safe shall her voyage be, cool courage planing her —
"God and our country!" Her watch word shall be."
2. What does she sail by the ship Prohibition?
How meet the breakers, the shocks and the jars?
How safely steer off the reefs of sedition?
How shun the iceberg that shatters and mars?
Justice, her guiding star, shines through the darkest night,
Peace and Prosperity lend her their lambent light,
Health, Hope and Happiness, shine on her, ever bright,
Truth is her compass, she sails by the stars.
3. What does she carry? the ship Prohibition;
Under her breastplate of staunch iron bars?
What treasure rare does she hold in transition,
Guarded by strong arms of veteran tars?
Hope for the hopeless now weeping wearily,
Help for the helpless, whose hands hang so drearily,
Homes for the homeless — glad news ringing cheerily!
Bears she good tidings who sails by the stars.
4. Out on the sea rides the ship Prohibition;
Treacherous sea of political wars;
Baby hands lift up in childish petition.
Woman's eyes follow her broad streaming bars;
Soul's deepest sympathies far seaward wend to her,
Sad supplications in unison blend for her,
Earnestly beseeching to heaven ascend for her —
"God speed the sailors who sail by the stars."
5. Send out your pilot!
The ship Prohibition
Signals the land, homeward bound from the wars;
Proud floats her pennant, above competition,
Loud ring the cheers from her jubilant tars;
Arms are stretched seaward where evr'y heart yearns for us,
Souls lifted upward, whose high purpose burns for us —
Victory sails with her! safe she returns to us —
God's beacons guide her — she sails by the stars.
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