HeartOfOak

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Thomas Hardy - Channel Firing That night your great guns, unawares, Shook all our coffins as we lay, And broke the chancel window-squares, We thought it was the Judgment-day And sat upright. While drearisome Arose the howl of wakened hounds: The mouse let fall the altar-crumb, The worms drew back into the mounds, The glebe cow drooled. Till God called, “No; It’s gunnery practise out at sea Just as before you went below; The world is as it used to be: “And all nations striving strong to make Red war yet redder. Mad as hatters They do no more for Christés sake Than you who are helpless in such matters. “That this is not the judgement-hour For some of them’s a blessed thing, For if it were they’d have to scour Hell’s floor for s