United States Naval Academy - Lucky Bag Yearbook (Annapolis, MD)

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.,........a--4 i- , 5. 1 The tidewater river that's flowing Past Greenbury Point to the bayg The winds that sweep in from the ocean And carry the sting of the spray. There stands the tribute to Somers And all of his time-honored band, Mute spokesman of deeds by the workers Who fashioned our own native land. And hlled with the breath of the warriors Whose pictures look down from the wall We roll back the years to their glory, In the hush of Memorial Hall. Then borne on the breezes of twilight Comes the sound of a sweet bugle call, As the colors float down from the Hagstaff And the shadows of evening fall. Once again comes the sound of the bugle Now softly, now sweet through the night And ever there gleams out to seaward The far reaching rays of the light. 27