inspirational poem

i am singing to you
very well, you liberals
softly now the light of day
the meadow was creeping
there is an hour of peaceful rest
like him whose spirit in the blaze of noon
how like the stars are these white, nameless faces
see, they return
a gleam of gold in gloom and gray
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
sweet and strong
the ships are lying in the bay