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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Years Between, by Rudyard Kipling
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+Title: The Years Between
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+Author: Rudyard Kipling
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+THE YEARS BETWEEN
+
+by
+
+RUDYARD KIPLING
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+Methuen and Co. Ltd.
+36 Essex Street W.C.
+London
+First Published in 1919
+
+
+
+
+DEDICATION
+
+TO THE SEVEN WATCHMEN
+
+
+    _Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,
+      Watching what had come upon mankind,
+    Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,
+      And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.
+    'All things on Earth your will shall win you'
+      ('Twas so their counsel ran)
+    'But the Kingdom--the Kingdom is within you,'
+      Said the Man's own mind to the Man.
+        For time, and some time--
+    As it was in the bitter years before,
+      So it shall be in the over-sweetened hour--
+    That a man's mind is wont to tell him more
+      Than Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                             PAGE
+  BENEFACTORS, THE             96
+  CHOICE, THE                  35
+  'CITY OF BRASS, THE'        148
+  COVENANT, THE                13
+  CRAFTSMAN, THE               91
+  DEAD KING, THE              100
+  DEATH-BED, A                106
+  DECLARATION OF LONDON, THE    6
+  DEDICATION                    v
+  EN-DOR                       55
+  EPITAPHS                    135
+  FEMALE OF THE SPECIES, THE  128
+  'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'    21
+  FRANCE                       15
+  GEHAZI                      109
+  GETHSEMANE                   85
+  HOLY-WAR, THE                38
+  HOUSES, THE                  42
+  HYÆNAS, THE                  68
+  JUSTICE                     156
+  IRISH GUARDS, THE            48
+  LORD ROBERTS                 31
+  MARY'S SON                   80
+  MESOPOTAMIA                  65
+  MY BOY JACK                  61
+  NATIVITY, A                  52
+  NATURAL THEOLOGY            121
+  OLDEST SONG, THE            119
+  OUTLAWS, THE                 27
+  PILGRIM'S WAY, A            114
+  PRO-CONSULS, THE             87
+  QUESTION, THE                33
+  RECANTATION, A               58
+  ROWERS, THE                   1
+  RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS      44
+  SONG AT COCK-CROW, A        125
+  SONG IN STORM, A             24
+  SONG OF THE LATHES, THE      81
+  SONS OF MARTHA, THE          75
+  SPIES' MARCH, THE            70
+  THINGS AND THE MAN           93
+  ULSTER                        9
+  VERDICTS, THE                63
+  VETERANS, THE                 5
+  VIRGINITY, THE              112
+  ZION                         29
+
+
+
+
+INDEX TO FIRST LINES
+
+
+                                                                    PAGE
+  _Across a world where all men grieve,_                             156
+  _A._ 'I was a "have"' _B._ 'I was a "have-not,"'                   135
+  After the burial-parties leave,                                     68
+  _Ah! What avails the classic bent,_                                 96
+  _A tinker out of Bedford,_                                          38
+
+  Be well assured that on our side,                                   24
+  Brethren, how shall it fare with me,                                33
+  _Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all,_                  15
+
+  For all we have and are,                                            21
+
+  God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,           44
+
+  'Have you news of my boy Jack?'                                     61
+  He passed in the very battle-smoke,                                 31
+
+  I ate my fill of a whale that died,                                121
+  I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,               114
+  If you stop to find out what your wages will be,                    80
+  _In a land that the sand overlays--the ways to her gates are
+      untrod,_                                                       148
+
+  Not in the thick of the fight,                                      63
+
+  Oh ye who hold the written clue,                                    93
+  Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,                        91
+
+  _Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,_                                 v
+
+  _The Babe was laid in the Manger,_                                  52
+  The banked oars fell an hundred strong,                              1
+  The dark eleventh hour,                                              9
+  The Doorkeepers of Zion,                                            29
+  The fans and the beltings they roar round me,                       81
+  The first time that Peter denied his Lord,                         125
+  The Garden called Gethsemane,                                       85
+  _The overfaithful sword returns the user,_                          87
+  There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders
+      we sally,                                                       70
+  The road to En-dor is easy to tread,                                55
+  These were never your true love's eyes,                            119
+  The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
+      part,                                                           75
+  They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,               65
+  'This is the State above the Law,                                  106
+  To-day, across our fathers' graves,                                  5
+  _To the Judge of Right and Wrong,_                                  35
+  Through learned and laborious years,                                27
+  Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose,                        112
+  'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,                 42
+
+  We're not so old in the Army List,                                  48
+  We thought we ranked above the chance of ill,                       13
+  We were all one heart and one race,                                  6
+  What boots it on the Gods to call?                                  58
+  'Whence comest thou, Gehazi,                                       109
+  When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,         128
+  _Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a
+      land more dear?_                                               100
+
+
+
+
+THE ROWERS
+
+1902
+
+(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval
+demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.)
+
+
+    The banked oars fell an hundred strong,
+      And backed and threshed and ground,
+    But bitter was the rowers' song
+      As they brought the war-boat round.
+
+    They had no heart for the rally and roar
+      That makes the whale-bath smoke--
+    When the great blades cleave and hold and leave
+      As one on the racing stroke.
+
+    They sang:--'What reckoning do you keep,
+      And steer her by what star,
+    If we come unscathed from the Southern deep
+       To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?
+
+    'Last night you swore our voyage was done,
+      But seaward still we go,
+    And you tell us now of a secret vow
+      You have made with an open foe!
+
+    'That we must lie off a lightless coast
+      And haul and back and veer,
+    At the will of the breed that have wronged us most
+      For a year and a year and a year!
+
+    'There was never a shame in Christendie
+      They laid not to our door--
+    And you say we must take the winter sea
+      And sail with them once more?
+
+    'Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast
+      That stripped and laid us down,
+    When we stood forth but they stood fast
+      And prayed to see us drown
+
+    'Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,
+      Our wounds are bleeding yet--
+    And you tell us now that our strength is sold
+      To help them press for a debt'
+
+    ''Neath all the flags of all mankind
+      That use upon the seas,
+    Was there no other fleet to find
+      That you strike hands with these?
+
+    'Of evil times that men can choose
+      On evil fate to fall,
+    What brooding Judgment let you loose
+      To pick the worst of all?
+
+    'In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas
+      O'er half the world to run--
+    With a cheated crew, to league anew
+      With the Goth and the shameless Hun!'
+
+
+
+
+THE VETERANS
+
+[Written for the gathering of survivors of the Indian Mutiny, Albert
+Hall, 1907.]
+
+
+    To-day, across our fathers' graves,
+      The astonished years reveal
+    The remnant of that desperate host
+      Which cleansed our East with steel.
+
+    Hail and farewell! We greet you here,
+      With tears that none will scorn--
+    O Keepers of the House of old,
+      Or ever we were born!
+
+    One service more we dare to ask--
+      Pray for us, heroes, pray,
+    That when Fate lays on us our task
+      We do not shame the Day!
+
+
+
+
+THE DECLARATION OF LONDON
+
+JUNE 29, 1911
+
+('On the re-assembling of Parliament after the Coronation, the
+Government have no intention of allowing their followers to vote
+according to their convictions on the Declaration of London, but
+insist on a strictly party vote'--_Daily Papers_.)
+
+
+    We were all one heart and one race
+      When the Abbey trumpets blew.
+    For a moment's breathing-space
+      We had forgotten you
+    Now you return to your honoured place
+      Panting to shame us anew.
+
+    We have walked with the Ages dead--
+      With our Past alive and ablaze,
+    And you bid us pawn our honour for bread;
+      This day of all the days!
+    And you cannot wait till our guests are sped,
+      Or last week's wreath decays?
+
+    The light is still in our eyes
+      Of Faith and Gentlehood,
+    Of Service and Sacrifice,
+      And it does not match our mood,
+    To turn so soon to your treacheries
+      That starve our land of her food.
+
+    Our ears still carry the sound
+      Of our once Imperial seas,
+    Exultant after our King was crowned,
+      Beneath the sun and the breeze.
+    It is too early to have them bound
+      Or sold at your decrees.
+
+    Wait till the memory goes,
+      Wait till the visions fade,
+    We may betray in time, God knows,
+      But we would not have it said,
+    When you make report to our scornful foes,
+      That we kissed as we betrayed!
+
+
+
+
+ULSTER
+
+1912
+
+('Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover
+themselves with their works; their works are works of iniquity,
+and the act of violence is in their hands.'--_Isaiah lix 6_)
+
+
+    The dark eleventh hour
+    Draws on and sees us sold
+    To every evil power
+    We fought against of old.
+    Rebellion, rapine, hate,
+    Oppression, wrong and greed
+    Are loosed to rule our fate,
+    By England's act and deed.
+
+    The Faith in which we stand,
+    The laws we made and guard,
+    Our honour, lives, and land
+    Are given for reward
+    To Murder done by night,
+    To Treason taught by day,
+    To folly, sloth, and spite,
+    And we are thrust away.
+
+    The blood our fathers spilt,
+    Our love, our toils, our pains,
+    Are counted us for guilt,
+    And only bind our chains.
+    Before an Empire's eyes
+    The traitor claims his price.
+    What need of further lies?
+    We are the sacrifice.
+
+    We asked no more than leave
+    To reap where we had sown,
+    Through good and ill to cleave
+    To our own flag and throne.
+    Now England's shot and steel
+    Beneath that flag must show
+    How loyal hearts should kneel
+    To England's oldest foe.
+
+    We know the war prepared
+    On every peaceful home,
+    We know the hells declared
+    For such as serve not Rome--
+    The terror, threats, and dread
+    In market, hearth, and field--
+    We know, when all is said,
+    We perish if we yield.
+
+    Believe, we dare not boast,
+    Believe, we do not fear--
+    We stand to pay the cost
+    In all that men hold dear.
+    What answer from the North?
+    One Law, one Land, one Throne.
+    If England drive us forth
+    We shall not fall alone.
+
+
+
+
+THE COVENANT
+
+1914
+
+
+    We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
+      Others might fall, not we, for we were wise--
+    Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will
+      We let our servants drug our strength with lies.
+    The pleasure and the poison had its way
+      On us as on the meanest, till we learned
+    That he who lies will steal, who steals will slay.
+      Neither God's judgment nor man's heart was turned.
+
+    Yet there remains His Mercy--to be sought
+    Through wrath and peril till we cleanse the wrong
+    By that last right which our forefathers claimed
+    When their Law failed them and its stewards were bought.
+    This is our cause. God help us, and make strong
+    Our wills to meet Him later, unashamed!
+
+
+
+
+FRANCE
+
+1913
+
+
+    _Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all
+    By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;
+    Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,
+    Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil;
+    Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,
+    First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behind--
+    France, beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind!_
+
+    Ere our birth (rememberest thou?) side by side we lay
+    Fretting in the womb of Rome to begin our fray.
+    Ere men knew our tongues apart, our one task was known--
+    Each must mould the other's fate as he wrought his own
+    To this end we stirred mankind till all Earth was ours,
+    Till our world-end strifes begat wayside thrones and powers--
+    Puppets that we made or broke to bar the other's path--
+    Necessary, outpost folk, hirelings of our wrath
+    To this end we stormed the seas, tack for tack, and burst
+    Through the doorways of new worlds, doubtful which was first,
+    Hand on hilt (rememberest thou?) ready for the blow--
+    Sure, whatever else we met, we should meet our foe.
+    Spurred or balked at every stride by the other's strength,
+    So we rode the ages down and every ocean's length!
+
+    Where did you refrain from us or we refrain from you?
+    Ask the wave that has not watched war between us two!
+    Others held us for a while, but with weaker charms,
+    These we quitted at the call for each other's arms.
+    Eager toward the known delight, equally we strove--
+    Each the other's mystery, terror, need, and love
+    To each other's open court with our proofs we came.
+    Where could we find honour else, or men to test our claim?
+    From each other's throat we wrenched--valour's last reward--
+    That extorted word of praise gasped 'twixt lunge and guard.
+    In each other's cup we poured mingled blood and tears,
+    Brutal joys, unmeasured hopes, intolerable fears--
+    All that soiled or salted life for a thousand years.
+    Proved beyond the need of proof, matched in every clime,
+    O companion, we have lived greatly through all time!
+
+    Yoked in knowledge and remorse, now we come to rest,
+    Laughing at old villainies that Time has turned to jest,
+    Pardoning old necessities no pardon can efface--
+    That undying sin we shared in Rouen marketplace.
+    Now we watch the new years shape, wondering if they hold
+    Fiercer lightnings in their heart than we launched of old.
+    Now we hear new voices rise, question, boast or gird,
+    As we raged (rememberest thou?) when our crowds were stirred,
+    Now we count new keels afloat, and new hosts on land,
+    Massed like ours (rememberest thou?) when our strokes were planned.
+    We were schooled for dear life's sake, to know each other's blade
+    What can blood and iron make more than we have made?
+    We have learned by keenest use to know each other's mind.
+    What shall blood and iron loose that we cannot bind?
+    We who swept each other's coast, sacked each other's home,
+    Since the sword of Brennus clashed on the scales at Rome,
+    Listen, count and close again, wheeling girth to girth,
+    In the linked and steadfast guard set for peace on earth!
+
+    Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all
+    By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;
+    Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,
+    Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil;
+    Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,
+    First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind--
+    France, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind!
+
+
+
+
+'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'
+
+1914.
+
+
+    For all we have and are,
+    For all our children's fate,
+    Stand up and take the war,
+    The Hun is at the gate!
+    Our world has passed away,
+    In wantonness o'erthrown.
+    There is nothing left to-day
+    But steel and fire and stone!
+        Though all we knew depart,
+        The old Commandments stand:--
+        'In courage keep your heart,
+        In strength lift up your hand.'
+
+    Once more we hear the word
+    That sickened earth of old:--
+    'No law except the Sword
+    Unsheathed and uncontrolled.'
+    Once more it knits mankind,
+    Once more the nations go
+    To meet and break and bind
+    A crazed and driven foe.
+
+    Comfort, content, delight,
+    The ages' slow-bought gain,
+    They shrivelled in a night.
+    Only ourselves remain
+    To face the naked days
+    In silent fortitude,
+    Through perils and dismays
+    Renewed and re-renewed.
+        Though all we made depart,
+        The old Commandments stand;--
+        'In patience keep your heart,
+        In strength lift up your hand.'
+
+    No easy hope or lies
+    Shall bring us to our goal,
+    But iron sacrifice
+    Of body, will, and soul.
+    There is but one task for all--
+    One life for each to give
+    Who stands if Freedom fall?
+    Who dies if England live?
+
+
+
+
+A SONG IN STORM
+
+
+    Be well assured that on our side
+      The abiding oceans fight,
+    Though headlong wind and heaping tide
+      Make us their sport to-night.
+    By force of weather not of war
+      In jeopardy we steer,
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it shall appear,
+        How in all time of our distress,
+        And our deliverance too,
+        The game is more than the player of the game,
+        And the ship is more than the crew.
+
+    Out of the mist into the mirk
+      The glimmering combers roll.
+    Almost these mindless waters work
+      As though they had a soul--
+    Almost as though they leagued to whelm
+      Our flag beneath their green
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it shall be seen, etc.
+
+    Be well assured, though wave and wind
+      Have weightier blows in store,
+    That we who keep the watch assigned
+      Must stand to it the more;
+    And as our streaming bows rebuke
+      Each billow's baulked career,
+    Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it is made clear, etc.
+
+    No matter though our deck be swept
+      And masts and timber crack--
+    We can make good all loss except
+      The loss of turning back.
+    So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep
+      Let courteous trumpets sound,
+    To welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it will be found, etc.
+
+    Be well assured, though in our power
+      Is nothing left to give
+    But chance and place to meet the hour,
+      And leave to strive to live,
+    Till these dissolve our Order holds,
+      Our Service binds us here.
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it is made clear,
+        How in all time of our distress,
+        And in our triumph too,
+        The game is more than the player of the game,
+        And the ship is more than the crew!
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLAWS
+
+1914
+
+
+    Through learned and laborious years
+      They set themselves to find
+    Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears
+      To heap upon mankind.
+
+    All that they drew from Heaven above
+      Or digged from earth beneath,
+    They laid into their treasure-trove
+      And arsenals of death:
+
+    While, for well-weighed advantage sake,
+      Ruler and ruled alike
+    Built up the faith they meant to break
+      When the fit hour should strike.
+
+    They traded with the careless earth,
+      And good return it gave;
+    They plotted by their neighbour's hearth
+      The means to make him slave.
+
+    When all was ready to their hand
+      They loosed their hidden sword,
+    And utterly laid waste a land
+      Their oath was pledged to guard.
+
+    Coldly they went about to raise
+      To life and make more dread
+    Abominations of old days,
+      That men believed were dead.
+
+    They paid the price to reach their goal
+      Across a world in flame;
+    But their own hate slew their own soul
+      Before that victory came.
+
+
+
+
+ZION
+
+
+    The Doorkeepers of Zion,
+      They do not always stand
+    In helmet and whole armour,
+      With halberds in their hand,
+    But, being sure of Zion,
+      And all her mysteries,
+    They rest awhile in Zion,
+    Sit down and smile in Zion;
+    Ay, even jest in Zion;
+      In Zion, at their ease.
+
+    The Gatekeepers of Baal,
+      They dare not sit or lean,
+    But fume and fret and posture
+      And foam and curse between;
+    For being bound to Baal,
+      Whose sacrifice is vain.
+    Their rest is scant with Baal,
+    They glare and pant for Baal,
+    They mouth and rant for Baal,
+      For Baal in their pain!
+
+    But we will go to Zion,
+      By choice and not through dread,
+    With these our present comrades
+      And those our present dead;
+    And, being free of Zion
+      In both her fellowships,
+    Sit down and sup in Zion--
+    Stand up and drink in Zion
+    Whatever cup in Zion
+      Is offered to our lips!
+
+
+
+
+LORD ROBERTS
+
+1914
+
+
+    He passed in the very battle-smoke
+      Of the war that he had descried.
+    Three hundred mile of cannon spoke
+      When the Master-Gunner died.
+
+    He passed to the very sound of the guns;
+      But, before his eye grew dim,
+    He had seen the faces of the sons
+      Whose sires had served with him.
+
+    He had touched their sword-hilts and greeted each
+      With the old sure word of praise;
+    And there was virtue in touch and speech
+      As it had been in old days.
+
+    So he dismissed them and took his rest,
+      And the steadfast spirit went forth
+    Between the adoring East and West
+      And the tireless guns of the North.
+
+    Clean, simple, valiant, well-beloved,
+      Flawless in faith and fame,
+    Whom neither ease nor honours moved
+      An hair's-breadth from his aim.
+
+    Never again the war-wise face,
+      The weighed and urgent word
+    That pleaded in the market-place--
+      Pleaded and was not heard!
+
+    Yet from his life a new life springs
+      Through all the hosts to come,
+    And Glory is the least of things
+      That follow this man home.
+
+
+
+
+THE QUESTION
+
+1916
+
+
+    Brethren, how shall it fare with me
+      When the war is laid aside,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      For whom a world has died?
+
+    If it be proven that all my good,
+      And the greater good I will make,
+    Were purchased me by a multitude
+      Who suffered for my sake?
+
+    That I was delivered by mere mankind
+      Vowed to one sacrifice,
+    And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,
+      But dying with open eyes?
+
+    That they did not ask me to draw the sword
+      When they stood to endure their lot--
+    That they only looked to me for a word,
+      And I answered I knew them not?
+
+    If it be found, when the battle clears,
+      Their death has set me free,
+    Then how shall I live with myself through the years
+      Which they have bought for me?
+
+    Brethren, how must it fare with me,
+      Or how am I justified,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      For whom mankind has died,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      Who being questioned denied?
+
+
+
+
+THE CHOICE
+
+1917
+
+(THE AMERICAN SPIRIT SPEAKS)
+
+
+      _To the Judge of Right and Wrong
+        With Whom fulfilment lies
+      Our purpose and our power belong,
+        Our faith and sacrifice._
+
+    Let Freedom's Land rejoice!
+      Our ancient bonds are riven;
+    Once more to us the eternal choice
+      Of Good or Ill is given.
+
+    Not at a little cost,
+      Hardly by prayer or tears,
+    Shall we recover the road we lost
+      In the drugged and doubting years.
+
+    But, after the fires and the wrath,
+      But, after searching and pain,
+    His Mercy opens us a path
+      To live with ourselves again.
+
+    In the Gates of Death rejoice!
+      We see and hold the good--
+    Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice
+      With Freedom's brotherhood!
+
+    Then praise the Lord Most High
+      Whose Strength hath saved us whole,
+    Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
+      And not the living Soul!
+
+      _To the God in Man displayed--
+        Where e'er we see that Birth,
+      Be love and understanding paid
+        As never yet on earth!_
+
+      _To the Spirit that moves in Man,
+        On Whom all worlds depend,
+      Be Glory since our world began
+        And service to the end!_
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLY WAR
+
+1917
+
+('For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul that the
+walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the most mighty adverse
+potentate unless the townsmen gave consent thereto'--BUNYAN'S _Holy
+War_)
+
+
+    _A tinker out of Bedford,
+      A vagrant oft in quod,
+    A private under Fairfax,
+      A minister of God--
+    Two hundred years and thirty
+      Ere Armageddon came
+    His single hand portrayed it,
+      And Bunyan was his name!_
+
+    He mapped, for those who follow,
+      The world in which we are--
+    'This famous town of Mansoul'
+      That takes the Holy War
+    Her true and traitor people,
+      The gates along her wall,
+    From Eye Gate unto Feel Gate,
+      John Bunyan showed them all.
+
+    All enemy divisions,
+      Recruits of every class,
+    And highly-screened positions
+      For flame or poison-gas,
+    The craft that we call modern,
+      The crimes that we call new,
+    John Bunyan had 'em typed and filed
+      In Sixteen Eighty-two
+
+    Likewise the Lords of Looseness
+      That hamper faith and works,
+    The Perseverance-Doubters,
+      And Present-Comfort shirks,
+    With brittle intellectuals
+      Who crack beneath a strain--
+    John Bunyan met that helpful set
+      In Charles the Second's reign.
+
+    Emmanuel's vanguard dying
+      For right and not for rights,
+    My Lord Apollyon lying
+      To the State-kept Stockholmites,
+    The Pope, the swithering Neutrals,
+      The Kaiser and his Gott--
+    Their rôles, their goals, their naked souls--
+      He knew and drew the lot.
+
+    Now he hath left his quarters,
+      In Bunhill Fields to lie.
+    The wisdom that he taught us
+      Is proven prophecy--
+    One watchword through our armies,
+      One answer from our lands--
+    'No dealings with Diabolus
+      As long as Mansoul stands.
+
+    _A pedlar from a hovel,
+      The lowest of the low,
+    The father of the Novel,
+      Salvation's first Defoe,
+    Eight blinded generations
+      Ere Armageddon came,
+    He showed us how to meet it,
+      And Bunyan was his name!_
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSES
+
+(A SONG OF THE DOMINIONS)
+
+1898
+
+
+    'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
+    In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
+    By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
+    On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
+
+    For my house and thy house no help shall we find
+    Save thy house and my house--kin cleaving to kind:
+    If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon,
+    If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
+
+    'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
+    Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
+    Since my house to thy house no greater can send
+    Than thy house to my house--friend comforting friend;
+    And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
+    Than my house to thy house--King counselling King.
+
+
+
+
+RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS
+
+
+    God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
+    But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne this way!
+    Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.
+    God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there?
+        Singing.--Break ground for a wearied host
+            That have no ground to keep.
+            Give them the rest that they covet most,
+            And who shall next to sleep, good sirs,
+            In such a trench to sleep?
+
+    God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, but give us leave to pass.
+    We go to dig a nation's grave as great as England was.
+    For this Kingdom and this Glory and this Power and this Pride
+    Three hundred years it flourished--in three hundred days it died.
+        Singing--Pour oil for a frozen throng,
+            That lie about the ways.
+            Give them the warmth they have lacked so long
+            And what shall be next to blaze, good sirs,
+            On such a pyre to blaze?
+
+    God rest you, thoughtful gentlemen, and send your sleep is light!
+    Remains of this dominion no shadow, sound, or sight,
+    Except the sound of weeping and the sight of burning fire,
+    And the shadow of a people that is trampled into mire.
+        Singing.--Break bread for a starving folk
+            That perish in the field.
+            Give them their food as they take the yoke ...
+            And who shall be next to yield, good sirs,
+            For such a bribe to yield?
+
+    God rest you, merry gentlemen, and keep you in your mirth!
+    Was ever kingdom turned so soon to ashes, blood, and earth?
+    'Twixt the summer and the snow--seeding-time and frost--
+    Arms and victual, hope and counsel, name and country lost!
+        Singing:--_Let down by the foot and the head--
+            Shovel and smooth it all!
+            So do we bury a Nation dead ..._
+            And who shall be next to fall, good sirs,
+            With your good help to fall?
+
+
+
+
+THE IRISH GUARDS
+
+1918
+
+
+    We're not so old in the Army List,
+      But we're not so young at our trade,
+    For we had the honour at Fontenoy
+      Of meeting the Guards' Brigade.
+    'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare,
+      And Lee that led us then,
+    And after a hundred and seventy years
+      We're fighting for France again!
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's bound to be fighting,
+          And when there's no fighting, it's Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    The fashion's all for khaki now,
+      But once through France we went
+    Full-dressed in scarlet Army cloth,
+      The English--left at Ghent
+    They're fighting on our side to-day.
+      But, before they changed their clothes,
+    The half of Europe knew our fame,
+      As all of Ireland knows!
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are flying,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's memory undying,
+          And when we forget, it is Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt,
+      From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge,
+    The ancient days come back no more
+      Than water under the bridge
+    But the bridge it stands and the water runs
+      As red as yesterday,
+    And the Irish move to the sound of the guns
+      Like salmon to the sea.
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are ranging,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging,
+          And when they are changed, it is Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    We're not so old in the Army List,
+      But we're not so new in the ring,
+    For we carried our packs with Marshal Saxe
+      When Louis was our King.
+    But Douglas Haig's our Marshal now
+      And we're King George's men,
+    And after one hundred and seventy years
+      We're fighting for France again!
+        _Ah, France! And did we stand by you,
+          When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards?
+        Ah, France! And will we deny you
+          In the hour of your agony, Mother of Swords?
+        Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting,
+        And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+
+
+
+A NATIVITY
+
+1916
+
+
+    _The Babe was laid in the Manger
+      Between the gentle kine--
+    All safe from cold and danger--_
+      'But it was not so with mine.
+                  (With mine! With mine!)
+    'Is it well with the child, is it well?'
+      The waiting mother prayed.
+    'For I know not how he fell,
+      And I know not where he is laid.'
+
+    _A Star stood forth in Heaven,
+      The watchers ran to see
+    The Sign of the Promise given--_
+      'But there comes no sign to me.
+                          (To me! To me!)
+    '_My_ child died in the dark.
+      Is it well with the child, is it well?
+    There was none to tend him or mark,
+      And I know not how he fell.'
+
+    _The Cross was raised on high;
+      The Mother grieved beside--_
+    'But the Mother saw Him die
+      And took Him when He died.
+                    (He died! He died!)
+    'Seemly and undefiled
+      His burial-place was made--
+    Is it well, is it well with the child?
+      For I know not where he is laid.'
+
+    _On the dawning of Easter Day
+      Comes Mary Magdalene;
+    But the Stone was rolled away,
+      And the Body was not within--_
+                          (Within! Within!)
+    'Ah, who will answer my word?'
+      The broken mother prayed.
+    'They have taken away my Lord,
+      And I know not where He is laid.'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    _The Star stands forth in Heaven.
+      The watchers watch in vain
+    For a Sign of the Promise given
+      Of peace on Earth again--_
+                            (Again! Again!)
+    'But I know for Whom he fell'--
+      The steadfast mother smiled
+    'Is it well with the child--is it well?
+      It is well--it is well with the child!'
+
+
+
+
+EN-DOR
+
+'Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor'
+
+1 _Samuel_ XXVIII 7
+
+
+    The road to En-dor is easy to tread
+      For Mother or yearning Wife.
+    There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead
+      As they were even in life.
+    Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store
+    For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.
+
+    Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark--
+      Hands--ah God!--that we knew!
+    Visions and voices--look and heark!--
+      Shall prove that our tale is true,
+    And that those who have passed to the further shore
+    May be hailed--at a price--on the road to En-dor.
+
+    But they are so deep in their new eclipse
+      Nothing they say can reach,
+    Unless it be uttered by alien lips
+      And framed in a stranger's speech.
+    The son must send word to the mother that bore,
+    Through an hireling's mouth. 'Tis the rule of En-dor.
+
+    And not for nothing these gifts are shown
+      By such as delight our dead.
+    They must twitch and stiffen and slaver a groan
+      Ere the eyes are set in the head,
+    And the voice from the belly begins. Therefore
+    We pay them a wage where they ply at En-dor.
+
+    Even so, we have need of faith
+      And patience to follow the clue.
+    Often, at first, what the dear one saith
+      Is babble, or jest, or untrue.
+    (Lying spirits perplex us sore
+    Till our loves--and our lives--are well known at En-dor)....
+
+    _Oh the road to En-dor is the oldest road
+      And the craziest road of all!
+    Straight it runs to the Witch's abode,
+      As it did in the days of Saul,
+    And nothing has changed of the sorrow in store
+    For such as go down on the road to En-dor!_
+
+
+
+
+A RECANTATION
+
+(TO LYDE OF THE MUSIC HALLS)
+
+
+    What boots it on the Gods to call?
+      Since, answered or unheard,
+    We perish with the Gods and all
+      Things made--except the Word.
+
+    Ere certain Fate had touched a heart
+      By fifty years made cold,
+    I judged thee, Lyde, and thy art
+      O'erblown and over-bold.
+
+    But he--but he, of whom bereft
+      I suffer vacant days--
+    He on his shield not meanly left--
+      He cherished all thy lays.
+
+    Witness the magic coffer stocked
+      With convoluted runes
+    Wherein thy very voice was locked
+      And linked to circling tunes.
+
+    Witness thy portrait, smoke-defiled,
+      That decked his shelter-place.
+    Life seemed more present, wrote the child,
+      Beneath thy well-known face.
+
+    And when the grudging days restored
+      Him for a breath to home,
+    He, with fresh crowds of youth, adored
+      Thee making mirth in Rome.
+
+    Therefore, I, humble, join the hosts,
+      Loyal and loud, who bow
+    To thee as Queen of Songs--and ghosts--
+      For I remember how
+    Never more rampant rose the Hall
+      At thy audacious line
+    Than when the news came in from Gaul
+      Thy son had--followed mine.
+
+    But thou didst hide it in thy breast
+      And, capering, took the brunt
+    Of blaze and blare, and launched the jest
+      That swept next week the front.
+
+    Singer to children! Ours possessed
+      Sleep before noon--but thee,
+    Wakeful each midnight for the rest,
+      No holocaust shall free.
+
+    Yet they who use the Word assigned,
+      To hearten and make whole,
+    Not less than Gods have served mankind,
+      Though vultures rend their soul.
+
+
+
+
+MY BOY JACK
+
+
+    'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
+      _Not this tide._
+    'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
+      _Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
+
+    'Has any one else had word of him?'
+      _Not this tide.
+    For what is sunk will hardly swim,
+      Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
+
+    'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
+      _None this tide,
+      Nor any tide,
+    Except he did not shame his kind--
+      Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide._
+
+    _Then hold your head up all the more,
+      This tide,
+      And every tide;
+    Because he was the son you bore,
+      And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!_
+
+
+
+
+THE VERDICTS
+
+(JUTLAND)
+
+
+    Not in the thick of the fight,
+      Not in the press of the odds,
+    Do the heroes come to their height,
+      Or we know the demi-gods.
+
+    That stands over till peace.
+      We can only perceive
+    Men returned from the seas,
+      Very grateful for leave.
+
+    They grant us sudden days
+      Snatched from their business of war;
+    But we are too close to appraise
+      What manner of men they are.
+
+    And, whether their names go down
+      With age-kept victories,
+    Or whether they battle and drown
+      Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes.
+
+    They are too near to be great,
+      But our children shall understand
+    When and how our fate
+      Was changed, and by whose hand.
+
+    Our children shall measure their worth.
+      We are content to be blind
+    But we know that we walk on a new-born earth
+      With the saviours of mankind.
+
+
+
+
+MESOPOTAMIA
+
+1917
+
+
+    They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
+      The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
+    But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
+      Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?
+
+    They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
+      In sight of help denied from day to day:
+    But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
+      Are they too strong and wise to put away?
+
+    Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide--
+      Never while the bars of sunset hold:
+    But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
+      Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
+
+    Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
+      When the storm is ended shall we find
+    How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
+      By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
+
+    Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
+      Even while they make a show of fear,
+    Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,
+      To confirm and re-establish each career?
+
+    Their lives cannot repay us--their death could not undo--
+      The shame that they have laid upon our race:
+    But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
+      Shall we leave it unabated in its place?
+
+
+
+
+THE HYÆNAS
+
+
+    After the burial-parties leave
+      And the baffled kites have fled,
+    The wise hyænas come out at eve
+      To take account of our dead.
+
+    How he died and why he died
+      Troubles them not a whit.
+    They snout the bushes and stones aside
+      And dig till they come to it.
+
+    They are only resolute they shall eat
+      That they and their mates may thrive,
+    And they know that the dead are safer meat
+      Than the weakest thing alive.
+
+    (For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,
+      And a child will sometimes stand;
+    But a poor dead soldier of the King
+      Can never lift a hand.)
+
+    They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt
+      Until their tushes white
+    Take good hold in the army shirt,
+      And tug the corpse to light,
+
+    And the pitiful face is shewn again
+      For an instant ere they close;
+    But it is not discovered to living men--
+      Only to God and to those
+
+    Who, being soulless, are free from shame,
+      Whatever meat they may find.
+    Nor do they defile the dead man's name--
+      That is reserved for his kind.
+
+
+
+
+THE SPIES' MARCH
+
+(BEFORE THE WAR)
+
+('The outbreak is in full swing and our death-rate would sicken
+Napoleon.... Dr M---- died last week, and C---- on Monday, but some more
+medicines are coming.... We don't seem to be able to check it at all....
+Villages panicking badly.... In some places not a living soul.... But at
+any rate the experience gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my
+notes written up to date in case of accidents.... Death is a queer chap
+to live with for steady company.' _Extracted from a private letter from
+Manchuria._)
+
+
+    There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders
+          we sally,
+      Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of
+          his fellow.
+    There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugles
+          we rally,
+      From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow
+          the Standard of Yellow!
+            _Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!_
+
+        Not where the squadrons mass,
+          Not where the bayonets shine,
+        Not where the big shell shout as they pass
+          Over the firing-line;
+        Not where the wounded are,
+          Not where the nations die,
+        Killed in the cleanly game of war--
+          That is no place for a spy!
+        O Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours--
+          Here is no place for a spy!
+
+        Trained to another use,
+          We march with colours furled,
+        Only concerned when Death breaks loose
+          On a front of half a world.
+        Only for General Death
+          The Yellow Flag may fly,
+        While we take post beneath--
+          That is the place for a spy.
+        Where Plague has spread his pinions over Nations and Dominions--
+          Then will be work for a spy!
+
+        The dropping shots begin,
+          The single funerals pass,
+        Our skirmishers run in,
+          The corpses dot the grass!
+        The howling towns stampede,
+          The tainted hamlets die.
+        Now it is war indeed--
+          Now there is room for a spy!
+        O Peoples, Kings and Lands, we are waiting your commands--
+          What is the work for a spy?
+              (DRUMS)--_'Fear is upon us, spy!_
+
+        'Go where his pickets hide--
+          Unmask the shapes they take,
+        Whether a gnat from the waterside,
+          Or stinging fly in the brake,
+        Or filth of the crowded street,
+          Or a sick rat limping by,
+        Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat--
+          That is the work of a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Death is upon us, spy!_
+
+
+        'What does he next prepare?
+          Whence will he move to attack?--
+        By water, earth or air?--
+          How can we head him back?
+        Shall we starve him out if we burn
+          Or bury his food-supply?
+        Slip through his lines and learn--
+          That is work for a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Get to your business, spy!_
+
+        'Does he feint or strike in force?
+          Will he charge or ambuscade?
+        What is it checks his course?
+          Is he beaten or only delayed?
+        How long will the lull endure?
+          Is he retreating? Why?
+        Crawl to his camp and make sure--
+          That is the work for a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Fetch us our answer, spy!_
+
+        'Ride with him girth to girth
+          Wherever the Pale Horse wheels,
+        Wait on his councils, ear to earth,
+          And say what the dust reveals.
+        For the smoke of our torment rolls
+          Where the burning thousands lie;
+        What do we care for men's bodies or souls?
+          Bring us deliverance, spy!'
+
+
+
+
+THE SONS OF MARTHA
+
+
+    The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
+        part,
+    But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and
+        the troubled heart.
+    And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to
+        the Lord her Guest,
+    Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve,
+        or rest.
+
+    It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the
+        shock.
+    It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the
+        switches lock.
+    It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to
+        embark and entrain,
+    Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and
+        main.
+
+    They say to mountains 'Be ye removèd.' They say to the lesser floods
+        'Be dry.'
+    Under their rods are the rocks reprovèd--they are not afraid of that
+        which is high.
+    Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit--then is the bed of the
+        deep laid bare,
+    That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and
+        unaware.
+
+    They finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece
+        the living wires.
+    He rears against the gates they rend: they feed him hungry behind
+        their fires.
+    Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible
+        stall,
+    And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till
+        evenfall.
+
+    To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is
+        Relief afar.
+    They are concerned with matters hidden--under the earth-line their
+        altars are.
+    The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to
+        the mouth,
+    And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's
+        drouth.
+
+    They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before
+        the nuts work loose.
+    They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their work when
+        they damn-well choose.
+    As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the
+        desert they stand,
+    Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's days may be
+        long in the land.
+
+    Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or
+        flat,
+    Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for
+        that!
+    Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
+    But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common
+        need.
+
+    And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessèd--they know the angels are
+        on their side.
+    They know in them is the Grace confessèd, and for them are the
+        Mercies multiplied.
+    They sit at the Feet--they hear the Word--they see how truly the
+        Promise runs:
+    They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays it
+        on Martha's Sons!
+
+
+
+
+MARY'S SON
+
+
+    If you stop to find out what your wages will be
+      And how they will clothe and feed you,
+    Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea,
+      For the Sea will never need you.
+
+    If you ask for the reason of every command,
+      And argue with people about you,
+    Willie, my son, don't you go on the Land,
+      For the Land will do better without you.
+
+    If you stop to consider the work you have done
+      And to boast what your labour is worth, dear,
+    Angels may come for you, Willie, my son,
+      But you'll never be wanted on Earth, dear!
+
+
+
+
+THE SONG OF THE LATHES
+
+1918
+
+(Being the words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay,
+widow.)
+
+
+    The fans and the beltings they roar round me.
+    The power is shaking the floor round me
+    Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes
+        over.
+              It is good for me to be here!
+
+    _Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
+    (I had a man that worked 'em once!)
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+              Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!_
+
+    The cranes and the carriers they boom over me,
+    The bays and the galleries they loom over me,
+    With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance:
+              It is good for me to be here!
+
+    The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us.
+    Our lights give warning, and fade over us.
+    (Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!)
+              Oh, it is good for me to be here!
+
+    The roofs and the buildings they grow round me,
+    Eating up the fields I used to know round me;
+    And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office--
+              So long have I been here!
+
+    I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim,
+    Through the bit that isn't painted round our skylight rim,
+    And the sunshine in the window slope according to the seasons,
+              Twice since I've been here.
+
+    The trains on the sidings they call to us
+    With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us;
+    And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it where it's
+        wanted,
+              For that is why we are here!
+
+    Man's hate passes as his love will pass.
+    God made woman what she always was.
+    Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness
+              So long as they are here!
+
+    Once I was a woman, but that's by with me.
+    All I loved and looked for, it must die with me.
+    But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment,
+              And I serve His Judgments here!
+
+    _Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
+    (I had a son that worked 'em once!)
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+              Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!_
+
+
+
+
+GETHSEMANE
+
+
+    The Garden called Gethsemane
+      In Picardy it was,
+    And there the people came to see
+      The English soldiers pass.
+    We used to pass--we used to pass
+      Or halt, as it might be,
+    And ship our masks in case of gas
+      Beyond Gethsemane.
+
+    The Garden called Gethsemane,
+      It held a pretty lass,
+    But all the time she talked to me
+      I prayed my cup might pass.
+    The officer sat on the chair,
+      The men lay on the grass,
+    And all the time we halted there
+      I prayed my cup might pass--
+
+    It didn't pass--it didn't pass--
+      It didn't pass from me.
+    I drank it when we met the gas
+      Beyond Gethsemane.
+
+
+
+
+THE PRO-CONSULS
+
+
+    _The overfaithful sword returns the user
+    His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood.
+    The clamour of the arrogant accuser
+    Wastes that one hour we needed to make good.
+    This was foretold of old at our outgoing;
+    This we accepted who have squandered, knowing,
+    The strength and glory of our reputations,
+    At the day's need, as it were dross, to guard
+    The tender and new-dedicate foundations
+    Against the sea we fear--not man's award._
+
+        They that dig foundations deep,
+          Fit for realms to rise upon,
+        Little honour do they reap
+          Of their generation,
+        Any more than mountains gain
+        Stature till we reach the plain.
+
+        With no veil before their face
+          Such as shroud or sceptre lend--
+        Daily in the market-place,
+          Of one height to foe and friend--
+        They must cheapen self to find
+        Ends uncheapened for mankind.
+
+        Through the night when hirelings rest,
+          Sleepless they arise, alone,
+        The unsleeping arch to test
+          And the o'er-trusted corner-stone,
+        'Gainst the need, they know, that lies
+        Hid behind the centuries.
+
+        Not by lust of praise or show,
+          Not by Peace herself betrayed--
+        Peace herself must they forego
+          Till that peace be fitly made;
+        And in single strength uphold
+        Wearier hands and hearts acold.
+
+        On the stage their act hath framed
+          For thy sports, O Liberty!
+        Doubted are they, and defamed
+          By the tongues their act set free,
+        While they quicken, tend and raise
+        Power that must their power displace.
+
+        Lesser men feign greater goals,
+          Failing whereof they may sit
+        Scholarly to judge the souls
+          That go down into the pit,
+        And, despite its certain clay,
+        Heave a new world towards the day.
+
+        These at labour make no sign,
+          More than planets, tides or years
+        Which discover God's design,
+          Not our hopes and not our fears;
+        Nor in aught they gain or lose
+        Seek a triumph or excuse.
+
+    _For, so the Ark be borne to Zion, who
+    Heeds how they perished or were paid that bore it?
+    For, so the Shrine abide, what shame--what pride--
+    If we, the priests, were bound or crowned before it?_
+
+
+
+
+THE CRAFTSMAN
+
+
+    Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,
+    He to the overbearing Boanerges
+    Jonson, uttered (If half of it were liquor,
+                      Blessed be the vintage!)
+
+    Saying how, at an alehouse under Cotswold,
+    He had made sure of his very Cleopatra,
+    Drunk with enormous, salvation-contemning
+                      Love for a tinker.
+
+    How, while he hid from Sir Thomas's keepers,
+    Crouched in a ditch and drenched by the midnight
+    Dews, he had listened to gipsy Juliet
+                      Rail at the dawning.
+
+    How at Bankside, a boy drowning kittens
+    Winced at the business; whereupon his sister
+    (Lady Macbeth aged seven) thrust 'em under,
+                      Sombrely scornful.
+
+    How on a Sabbath, hushed and compassionate--
+    She being known since her birth to the townsfolk--
+    Stratford dredged and delivered from Avon
+                      Dripping Ophelia.
+
+    So, with a thin third finger marrying
+    Drop to wine-drop domed on the table,
+    Shakespeare opened his heart till sunrise
+                      Entered to hear him.
+
+    London wakened and he, imperturbable,
+    Passed from waking to hurry after shadows ...
+    Busied upon shows of no earthly importance?
+                      Yes, but he knew it!
+
+
+
+
+THINGS AND THE MAN
+
+(IN MEMORIAM, JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN)
+
+1904
+
+'And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren; and they hated
+him yet the more.'--_Genesis_ XXXVII. 5.
+
+
+    Oh ye who hold the written clue
+      To all save all unwritten things,
+    And, half a league behind, pursue
+      The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings,
+      Look! To your knee your baby brings
+        The oldest tale since Earth began--
+      The answer to your worryings
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    He, single-handed, met and slew
+      Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings.
+    He lonely 'mid his doubting crew--
+      'In all the loneliness of wings'--
+      He fed the flame, he filled the springs,
+        He locked the ranks, he launched the van
+      Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things.
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    The peace of shocked Foundations flew
+      Before his ribald questionings.
+    He broke the Oracles in two,
+      And bared the paltry wires and strings.
+      He headed desert wanderings,
+        He led his soul, his cause, his clan
+      A little from the ruck of Things.
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    Thrones, Powers, Dominions block the view
+      With episodes and underlings--
+    The meek historian deems them true
+      Nor heeds the song that Clio sings--
+      The simple central truth that stings
+        The mob to boo, the priest to ban;
+      _Things never yet created things--
+        'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    A bolt is fallen from the blue.
+      A wakened realm full circle swings
+    Where Dothan's dreamer dreams anew
+      Of vast and farborne harvestings;
+      And unto him an Empire clings
+        That grips the purpose of his plan.
+      My Lords, how think you of these things?
+        _Once--in our time--is there a Man?_
+
+
+
+
+THE BENEFACTORS
+
+
+    _Ah! What avails the classic bent
+      And what the cultured word,
+    Against the undoctored incident
+      That actually occurred?_
+
+    _And what is Art whereto we press
+      Through paint and prose and rhyme--
+    When Nature in her nakedness
+      Defeats us every time?_
+
+    It is not learning, grace nor gear,
+      Nor easy meat and drink,
+    But bitter pinch of pain and fear
+      That makes creation think.
+
+    When in this world's unpleasing youth
+      Our god-like race began,
+    The longest arm, the sharpest tooth,
+      Gave man control of man;
+
+    Till, bruised and bitten to the bone
+      And taught by pain and fear,
+    He learned to deal the far-off stone,
+      And poke the long, safe spear.
+
+    So tooth and nail were obsolete
+      As means against a foe,
+    Till, bored by uniform defeat,
+      Some genius built the bow.
+
+    Then stone and javelin proved as vain
+      As old-time tooth and nail,
+    Ere, spurred anew by fear and pain,
+      Man fashioned coats of mail.
+
+    Then was there safety for the rich
+      And danger for the poor,
+    Till someone mixed a powder which
+      Redressed the scale once more.
+
+    Helmet and armour disappeared
+      With sword and bow and pike,
+    And, when the smoke of battle cleared,
+      All men were armed alike....
+
+    And when ten million such were slain
+      To please one crazy king,
+    Man, schooled in bulk by fear and pain,
+      Grew weary of the thing;
+
+    And, at the very hour designed,
+      To enslave him past recall,
+    His tooth-stone-arrow-gun-shy mind
+      Turned and abolished all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    _All Power, each Tyrant, every Mob
+      Whose head has grown too large,
+    Ends by destroying its own job
+      And earns its own discharge._
+
+    _And Man, whose mere necessities
+      Move all things from his path,
+    Trembles meanwhile at their decrees,
+      And deprecates their wrath!_
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD KING
+
+(EDWARD VII.)
+
+1910
+
+
+    _Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land
+        more dear?
+      And, unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the last grudged
+        sands have run?
+          Let him approach. It is proven here
+      Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has
+        done._
+
+    For to him above all was Life good, above all he commanded
+              Her abundance full-handed.
+    The peculiar treasure of Kings was his for the taking:
+    All that men come to in dreams he inherited waking:--
+
+    His marvel of world-gathered armies--one heart and all races,
+    His seas 'neath his keels when his war-castles foamed to their
+        places;
+    The thundering foreshores that answered his heralded landing;
+    The huge lighted cities adoring, the assemblies upstanding;
+    The Councils of Kings called in haste to learn how he was minded--
+    The Kingdoms, the Powers, and the Glories he dealt with unblinded.
+
+    To him came all captains of men, all achievers of glory,
+    Hot from the press of their battles they told him their story.
+    They revealed him their life in an hour and, saluting, departed,
+    Joyful to labour afresh--he had made them new-hearted.
+    And, since he weighed men from his youth, and no lie long deceived
+        him,
+    He spoke and exacted the truth, and the basest believed him.
+
+    And God poured him an exquisite wine, that was daily renewed to him,
+    In the clear-welling love of his peoples that daily accrued to him.
+    Honour and service we gave him, rejoicingly fearless;
+    Faith absolute, trust beyond speech and a friendship as peerless.
+    And since he was Master and Servant in all that we asked him,
+    We leaned hard on his wisdom in all things, knowing not how we
+        tasked him.
+
+    For on Him each new day laid command, every tyrannous hour,
+    To confront, or confirm, or make smooth some dread issue of power;
+    To deliver true judgment aright at the instant, unaided,
+    In the strict, level, ultimate phrase that allowed or dissuaded;
+    To foresee, to allay, to avert from us perils unnumbered,
+    To stand guard on our gates when he guessed that the watchmen had
+        slumbered;
+    To win time, to turn hate, to woo folly to service and, mightily
+        schooling
+    His strength to the use of his Nations, to rule as not ruling.
+    These were the works of our King; Earth's peace was the proof of
+        them.
+    God gave him great works to fulfil, and to us the behoof of them.
+    We accepted his toil as our right--none spared, none excused him.
+    When he was bowed by his burden his rest was refused him.
+    We troubled his age with our weakness--the blacker our shame to us!
+    Hearing his People had need of him, straightway he came to us.
+
+    As he received so he gave--nothing grudged, naught denying,
+    Not even the last gasp of his breath when he strove for us, dying
+    For our sakes, without question, he put from him all that he
+        cherished.
+    Simply as any that serve him he served and he perished.
+    All that Kings covet was his, and he flung it aside for us.
+    Simply as any that die in his service he died for us.
+
+    _Who in the Realm to-day has choice of the easy road or the hard to
+        tread?
+      And, much concerned for his own estate, would sell his soul to
+        remain in the sun?
+              Let him depart nor look on Our dead.
+      Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has
+        done._
+
+
+
+
+A DEATH-BED
+
+
+    'This is the State above the Law.
+      The State exists for the State alone.'
+    [_This is a gland at the back of the jaw,_
+      _And an answering lump by the collar-bone._]
+
+    Some die shouting in gas or fire;
+      Some die silent, by shell and shot.
+    Some die desperate, caught on the wire;
+      Some die suddenly. This will not.
+
+    'Regis suprema Voluntas lex.'
+      [_It will follow the regular course of--throats._]
+    Some die pinned by the broken decks,
+      Some die sobbing between the boats.
+
+    Some die eloquent, pressed to death
+      By the sliding trench, as their friends can hear.
+    Some die wholly in half a breath
+      Some--give trouble for half a year.
+
+    'There is neither Evil nor Good in life
+      Except as the needs of the State ordain.'
+    [_Since it is rather too late for the knife,
+      All we can do is to mask the pain._]
+
+    Some die saintly in faith and hope--
+      One died thus in a prison-yard--
+    Some die broken by rape or the rope;
+      Some die easily. This dies hard.
+
+    'I will dash to pieces who bar my way.
+      Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!'
+    [_Let him write what he wishes to say.
+      It tires him out if he tries to speak._]
+
+    Some die quietly. Some abound
+      In loud self-pity. Others spread
+    Bad morale through the cots around ...
+      This is a type that is better dead.
+
+    'The war was forced on me by my foes.
+      All that I sought was the right to live.'
+    [_Don't be afraid of a triple dose;
+      The pain will neutralize half we give._
+
+    _Here are the needles. See that he dies
+      While the effects of the drug endure....
+    What is the question he asks with his eyes?--
+      Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure._]
+
+
+
+
+GEHAZI
+
+
+    'Whence comest thou, Gehazi,
+      So reverend to behold,
+    In scarlet and in ermines
+      And chain of England's gold?'
+    'From following after Naaman
+      To tell him all is well,
+    Whereby my zeal hath made me
+      A Judge in Israel.'
+
+    Well done, well done, Gehazi,
+      Stretch forth thy ready hand,
+    Thou barely 'scaped from judgment,
+      Take oath to judge the land,
+    Unswayed by gift of money
+      Or privy bribe, more base,
+    Of knowledge which is profit
+      In any market-place.
+
+    Search out and probe, Gehazi,
+      As thou of all canst try,
+    The truthful, well-weighed answer
+      That tells the blacker lie--
+    The loud, uneasy virtue,
+      The anger feigned at will,
+    To overbear a witness
+      And make the Court keep still.
+
+    Take order now, Gehazi,
+      That no man talk aside
+    In secret with his judges
+      The while his case is tried.
+    Lest he should show them--reason
+      To keep a matter hid,
+    And subtly lead the questions
+      Away from what he did.
+
+    Thou mirror of uprightness,
+      What ails thee at thy vows?
+    What means the risen whiteness
+      Of the skin between thy brows?
+    The boils that shine and burrow,
+      The sores that slough and bleed--
+    The leprosy of Naaman
+      On thee and all thy seed?
+        Stand up, stand up, Gehazi,
+          Draw close thy robe and go,
+        Gehazi, Judge in Israel,
+          A leper white as snow!
+
+
+
+
+THE VIRGINITY
+
+
+    Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
+    From his first love, no matter who she be.
+    Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
+    That didn't settle somewhere near the sea?
+
+    Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse
+    To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea,
+    But I can understand my neighbour's views
+    From certain things which have occurred to me.
+
+    Men must keep touch with things they used to use
+    To earn their living, even when they are free;
+    And so come back upon the least excuse--
+    Same as the sailor settled near the sea.
+
+    He knows he's never going on no cruise--
+    He knows he's done and finished with the sea,
+    And yet he likes to feel she's there to use--
+    If he should ask her--as she used to be.
+
+    Even though she cost him all he had to lose,
+    Even though she made him sick to hear or see,
+    Still, what she left of him will mostly choose
+    Her skirts to sit by. How comes such to be?
+
+    _Parsons in pulpits, tax-payers in pews,
+    Kings on your thrones, you know as well as me,
+    We've only one virginity to lose,
+    And where we lost it there our hearts will be!_
+
+
+
+
+A PILGRIM'S WAY
+
+
+    I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
+    Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
+    If these are added, I rejoice--if not, I shall not mind,
+    So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
+      For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright
+    (Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right),
+    And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred
+    (Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head)
+      And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears,
+    Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears.
+    And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff;
+    Since I myself have done no less and--sometimes pulled it off.
+      Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    And when they work me random wrong, as often-times hath been,
+    I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean)
+    And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise,
+    No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.
+      But, as we give and as we take--whate'er our takings be--
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare
+    There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare
+    Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have
+    Show nothing irredeemable on either side the grave.
+      For as we live and as we die--if utter Death there be--
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    Deliver me from every pride--the Middle, High, and Low--
+    That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show.
+    And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen
+    That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. _Amen!_
+      That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company,
+      That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree,
+      To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly
+      (Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be)
+      This single faith in Life and Death and all Eternity
+      'The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!'
+
+
+
+
+THE OLDEST SONG
+
+For before Eve was Lilith--_Old Tale._
+
+
+    These were never your true love's eyes.
+      Why do you feign that you love them?
+    You that broke from their constancies,
+      And the wide calm brows above them!
+
+    This was never your true love's speech.
+      Why do you thrill when you hear it?
+    You that have ridden out of its reach
+      The width of the world or near it!
+
+    This was never your true love's hair,--
+      You that chafed when it bound you
+    Screened from knowledge or shame or care,
+      In the night that it made around you!
+
+    '_All these things I know, I know._
+      _And that's why my heart is breaking!_'
+    Then what do you gain by pretending so?
+      '_The joy of an old wound waking._'
+
+
+
+
+NATURAL THEOLOGY
+
+
+PRIMITIVE
+
+    I ate my fill of a whale that died,
+      And stranded after a month at sea....
+    There is a pain in my inside.
+      Why have the Gods afflicted me?
+    Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
+      Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
+    What is the sense of Religion and Faith?
+      Look how the Gods have afflicted me!
+
+
+PAGAN
+
+    How can the skin of rat or mouse hold
+      Anything more than a harmless flea?...
+    The burning plague has taken my household.
+      Why have my Gods afflicted me?
+
+    All my kith and kin are deceased,
+      Though they were as good as good could be.
+    I will out and batter the family priest,
+      Because my Gods have afflicted me.
+
+
+MEDIÆVAL
+
+    My privy and well drain into each other
+      After the custom of Christendie....
+    Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
+      Why has the Lord afflicted me?
+    The Saints are helpless for all I offer--
+      So are the clergy I used to fee
+    Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,
+      Because the Lord has afflicted me.
+
+
+MATERIAL
+
+    I run eight hundred hens to the acre.
+      They die by dozens mysteriously....
+    I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.
+      Why has the Lord afflicted me?
+    What a return for all my endeavour--
+      Not to mention the L. S. D.!
+    I am an atheist now and for ever,
+      Because this God has afflicted me!
+
+
+PROGRESSIVE
+
+    Money spent on an Army or Fleet
+      Is homicidal lunacy....
+    My son has been killed in the Mons retreat.
+      Why is the Lord afflicting me?
+    Why are murder, pillage and arson
+      And rape allowed by the Deity?
+    I will write to the _Times_, deriding our parson
+      Because my God has afflicted me.
+
+
+CHORUS
+
+    We had a kettle, we let it leak;
+      Our not repairing it made it worse.
+    We haven't had any tea for a week....
+      The bottom is out of the Universe!
+
+
+CONCLUSION
+
+    This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,
+      For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
+    But what comes after is measure for measure
+      And not a God that afflicteth thee.
+    As was the sowing so the reaping
+      Is now and evermore shall be.
+    Thou art delivered to thy own keeping.
+      Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!
+
+
+
+
+A SONG AT COCK-CROW
+
+'_Ille autem iterum negavit._'
+
+
+    The first time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
+    But followed far off to see what they would do,
+    Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
+    After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
+
+    The first time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
+    As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
+    Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
+    ('Thou also art one of them.') Then the cock crew!
+
+    The first time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
+    A poor silly fisherman, what could he do
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The next time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
+    With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
+    And She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
+    And He stretched out His arms for the playmates He knew--
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _But the waters had covered them when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter deniéd his Lord
+    'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
+    But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
+    Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
+    _Over all Christendom, though the cock crew_.
+
+    The last time that Peter deniéd his Lord,
+    The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
+    And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    (_Because of his wickedness_) _when the cock crew_!
+
+
+
+
+THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES
+
+1911
+
+
+    When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
+    He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
+    But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
+    He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it as he can.
+    But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
+    They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
+    'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts
+        pale
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
+    For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
+    But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale--
+    The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    Man, a bear in most relations--worm and savage otherwise,--
+    Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
+    Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
+    To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
+
+    Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
+    To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
+    Mirth obscene diverts his anger! Doubt and Pity oft perplex
+    Him in dealing with an issue--to the scandal of The Sex!
+
+    But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
+    Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the
+        same;
+    And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
+    The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
+
+    She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
+    May not deal in doubt or pity--must not swerve for fact or jest.
+    These be purely male diversions--not in these her honour dwells.
+    She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
+
+    She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
+    As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate!
+    And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
+    Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
+
+    She is wedded to convictions--in default of grosser ties;
+    Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!--
+    He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
+    Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
+
+    Unprovoked and awful charges--even so the she-bear fights,
+    Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons--even so the cobra bites,
+    Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
+    And the victim writhes in anguish--like the Jesuit with the squaw!
+
+    So it comes that Man the coward, when he gathers to confer
+    With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
+    Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
+    To some God of Abstract Justice--which no woman understands.
+
+    And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
+    Must command but may not govern--shall enthral but not enslave him.
+    And _She_ knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
+    That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
+
+
+
+
+EPITAPHS
+
+
+'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE'
+
+    _A._ 'I was a "have."' _B._ 'I was a "have-not."'
+    (_Together_) 'What hast thou given which I gave not?'
+
+
+A SERVANT
+
+    We were together since the War began
+    He was my servant--and the better man.
+
+
+A SON
+
+    My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew
+    What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.
+
+
+AN ONLY SON
+
+    I have slain none except my Mother, She
+    (Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.
+
+
+EX-CLERK
+
+    Pity not! The Army gave
+    Freedom to a timid slave:
+    In which Freedom did he find
+    Strength of body, will, and mind:
+    By which strength he came to prove
+    Mirth, Companionship, and Love:
+    For which Love to Death he went:
+    In which Death he lies content.
+
+
+THE WONDER
+
+    Body and Spirit I surrendered whole
+    To harsh Instructors--and received a soul ...
+    If mortal man could change me through and through
+    From all I was--what may The God not do?
+
+
+HINDU SEPOY IN FRANCE
+
+    This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.
+    We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.
+
+
+THE COWARD
+
+    I could not look on Death, which being known,
+    Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.
+
+
+SHOCK
+
+    My name, my speech, my self I had forgot.
+    My wife and children came--I knew them not.
+    I died. My Mother followed. At her call
+    And on her bosom I remembered all.
+
+
+A GRAVE NEAR CAIRO
+
+    Gods of the Nile, should this stout fellow here
+    Get out--get out! He knows not shame nor fear.
+
+
+PELICANS IN THE WILDERNESS
+
+(A GRAVE NEAR HALFA)
+
+    The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn
+      Where I am laid for whom my children grieve....
+    O wings that beat at dawning, ye return
+      Out of the desert to your young at eve!
+
+
+THE FAVOUR
+
+    Death favoured me from the first, well knowing I could not endure
+    To wait on him day by day. He quitted my betters and came
+    Whistling over the fields, and, when he had made all sure,
+      'Thy line is at end,' he said, 'but at least I have saved its
+        name.'
+
+
+THE BEGINNER
+
+    On the first hour of my first day
+      In the front trench I fell.
+    (Children in boxes at a play
+      Stand up to watch it well.)
+
+
+R. A. F. (AGED EIGHTEEN)
+
+    Laughing through clouds, his milk-teeth still unshed,
+    Cities and men he smote from overhead.
+    His deaths delivered, he returned to play
+    Childlike, with childish things now put away.
+
+
+THE REFINED MAN
+
+    I was of delicate mind. I went aside for my needs,
+      Disdaining the common office. I was seen from afar and killed....
+    How is this matter for mirth? Let each man be judged by his deeds
+      _I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I
+        willed._
+
+
+NATIVE WATER-CARRIER (M. E. F.)
+
+    Prometheus brought down fire to men.
+      This brought up water.
+    The Gods are jealous--now, as then,
+      They gave no quarter.
+
+
+BOMBED IN LONDON
+
+    On land and sea I strove with anxious care
+    To escape conscription. It was in the air!
+
+
+THE SLEEPY SENTINEL
+
+    Faithless the watch that I kept: now I have none to keep.
+    I was slain because I slept: now I am slain I sleep.
+    Let no man reproach me again, whatever watch is unkept--
+    I sleep because I am slain. They slew me because I slept.
+
+
+BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION
+
+    If any mourn us in the workshop, say
+    We died because the shift kept holiday.
+
+
+COMMON FORM
+
+    If any question why we died,
+    Tell them, because our fathers lied.
+
+
+A DEAD STATESMAN
+
+    I could not dig; I dared not rob:
+    Therefore I lied to please the mob.
+    Now all my lies are proved untrue,
+    And I must face the men I slew.
+    What tale shall save me here among
+    Mine angry and defrauded young?
+
+
+THE REBEL
+
+    If I had clamoured at Thy Gate
+      For gift of Life on Earth,
+    And, thrusting through the souls that wait,
+      Flung headlong into birth--
+    Even then, even then, for gin and snare
+      About my pathway spread,
+    Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care
+      Before I joined the Dead!
+    But now?... I was beneath Thy Hand
+      Ere yet the Planets came.
+    And now--though Planets pass, I stand
+      The witness to Thy Shame.
+
+
+THE OBEDIENT
+
+    Daily, though no ears attended,
+      Did my prayers arise
+    Daily, though no fire descended
+      Did I sacrifice....
+    Though my darkness did not lift,
+      Though I faced no lighter odds,
+    Though the Gods bestowed no gift,
+                    None the less,
+      None the less, I served the Gods!
+
+
+A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM
+
+    He from the wind-bitten north with ship and companions descended,
+      Searching for eggs of death spawned by invisible hulls.
+    Many he found and drew forth. Of a sudden the fishery ended
+      In flame and a clamorous breath not new to the eye-pecking gulls.
+
+
+DESTROYERS IN COLLISION
+
+    For Fog and Fate no charm is found
+      To lighten or amend.
+    I, hurrying to my bride, was drowned--
+      Cut down by my best friend.
+
+
+CONVOY ESCORT
+
+    I was a shepherd to fools
+      Causelessly bold or afraid.
+    They would not abide by my rules.
+      Yet they escaped. For I stayed.
+
+
+UNKNOWN FEMALE CORPSE
+
+    Headless, lacking foot and hand,
+    Horrible I come to land.
+    I beseech all women's sons
+    Know I was a mother once.
+
+
+RAPED AND REVENGED
+
+    One used and butchered me: another spied
+    Me broken--for which thing a hundred died.
+    So it was learned among the heathen hosts
+    How much a freeborn woman's favour costs.
+
+
+SALONIKAN GRAVE
+
+    I have watched a thousand days
+    Push out and crawl into night
+    Slowly as tortoises
+    Now I, too, follow these.
+    It is fever, and not fight--
+    Time, not battle--that slays.
+
+
+THE BRIDEGROOM
+
+    Call me not false, beloved,
+      If, from thy scarce-known breast
+    So little time removed,
+      In other arms I rest.
+
+    For this more ancient bride
+      Whom coldly I embrace
+    Was constant at my side
+      Before I saw thy face.
+
+    Our marriage, often set--
+      By miracle delayed--
+    At last is consummate,
+      And cannot be unmade.
+
+    Live, then, whom Life shall cure,
+      Almost, of Memory,
+    And leave us to endure
+      Its immortality.
+
+
+V. A. D. (MEDITERRANEAN)
+
+    Ah, would swift ships had never been, for then we ne'er had found,
+    These harsh Ægean rocks between, this little virgin drowned,
+    Whom neither spouse nor child shall mourn, but men she nursed
+        through pain
+    And--certain keels for whose return the heathen look in vain.
+
+
+
+
+'THE CITY OF BRASS'
+
+1909
+
+     Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over
+     for their lost dominion: and in this palace is the last information
+     respecting lords collected in the dust.
+
+     _The Arabian Nights_
+
+
+    _In a land that the sand overlays--the ways to her gates are
+        untrod--
+    A multitude ended their days whose fates were made splendid by God,
+    Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their
+        fall,
+    And of these is a story written: but Allah alone knoweth all!_
+
+    When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated,
+    They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created--
+    To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow--
+    To declare: 'We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.'
+    They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
+    Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding--
+    Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice--
+    Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.
+
+    Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made
+        them--
+    The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
+    As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure with limitless entries,
+    And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
+    And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and
+        marchers,
+    They disbanded in face of their foemen their bowmen and archers.
+    They replied to their well-wishers' fears--to their enemies'
+        laughter,
+    Saying: 'Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us
+        hereafter.
+    We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
+    And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.'
+    They said: 'Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
+    Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.'
+    They said: 'Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
+    He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.'
+    They said: 'Who hath toiled? Who hath striven, and gathered
+        possession?
+    Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.'
+    They said. 'Who is irked by the Law? _Though we may not remove it,
+    If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!_'
+    So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
+    The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.
+
+    As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
+    They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation,
+    They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
+    And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
+    They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
+    And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
+    When the riotous set them at naught they said: 'Praise the upheaval!
+    For the show and the word and the thought of Dominion is evil!'
+
+    They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defiled
+        them
+    The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
+    They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever
+    The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strength which are Faith and
+        Endeavour.
+    They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to
+        derision
+    All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:
+    And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had
+        striven,
+    And the heart of a beast in the place of a man's heart was given....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
+    Out of the sea rose a sign--out of Heaven a terror.
+    Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew--for none troubled
+        to hide it,
+    An host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
+    They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trial,
+    But the Sword that was forged while they lied did not heed their
+        denial.
+    It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
+    The preposterous-minded were cowed--they thought time would be
+        given.
+    There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
+    It was decreed their own deed, and not chance, should undo them
+    The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping,
+    The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
+    The eaters of other men's bread, the exempted from hardship,
+    The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship.
+    For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no
+        defender,
+    And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTICE
+
+OCTOBER 1918
+
+
+    _Across a world where all men grieve
+      And grieving strive the more,
+    The great days range like tides and leave
+      Our dead on every shore.
+    Heavy the load we undergo,
+      And our own hands prepare,
+    If we have parley with the foe,
+      The load our sons must bear._
+
+    Before we loose the word
+      That bids new worlds to birth,
+    Needs must we loosen first the sword
+      Of Justice upon earth;
+    Or else all else is vain
+      Since life on earth began,
+    And the spent world sinks back again
+      Hopeless of God and Man.
+
+    A people and their King
+      Through ancient sin grown strong,
+    Because they feared no reckoning
+      Would set no bound to wrong;
+    But now their hour is past,
+      And we who bore it find
+    Evil Incarnate held at last
+      To answer to mankind.
+
+    For agony and spoil
+      Of nations beat to dust,
+    For poisoned air and tortured soil
+      And cold, commanded lust,
+    And every secret woe
+      The shuddering waters saw--
+    Willed and fulfilled by high and low--
+      Let them relearn the Law.
+
+    That when the dooms are read,
+      Not high nor low shall say:--
+    'My haughty or my humble head
+      Has saved me in this day.'
+    That, till the end of time,
+      Their remnant shall recall
+    Their fathers' old, confederate crime
+      Availed them not at all.
+
+    That neither schools nor priests,
+      Nor Kings may build again
+    A people with the heart of beasts
+      Made wise concerning men.
+    Whereby our dead shall sleep
+      In honour, unbetrayed,
+    And we in faith and honour keep
+      That peace for which they paid.
+
+
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+<h1>The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Years Between, by Rudyard Kipling</h1>
+<pre>
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
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+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
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+<p>Title: The Years Between</p>
+<p>Author: Rudyard Kipling</p>
+<p>Release Date: June 8, 2007  [eBook #21777]</p>
+<p>Language: English</p>
+<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p>
+<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE YEARS BETWEEN***</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3 class="pg">E-text prepared by Thierry Alberto, L. N. Yaddanapudi,<br />
+    and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team<br />
+    (http://www.pgdp.net)</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<hr class="full" />
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div id="frame">
+<h1>THE YEARS BETWEEN<br />
+<span class='smcap lc'>BY RUDYARD KIPLING</span></h1>
+
+<div class="center"><div class="figcenter" style="width: 348px;">
+<img src="images/illus-001.png" width="348" height="539" alt="" title="" />
+</div></div>
+
+<p class="center smcap">METHUEN AND CO. LTD.<br />
+36 ESSEX STREET W.C.<br />
+LONDON</p>
+
+<p class="center"><em>First Published in 1919</em></p>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[v]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="DEDICATION" id="DEDICATION"></a>DEDICATION<br /><br />
+<span class="smcap">TO THE SEVEN WATCHMEN</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Watching what had come upon mankind,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>'All things on Earth your will shall win you'</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>('Twas so their counsel ran)</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>'But the Kingdom&mdash;the Kingdom is within you,'</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Said the Man's own mind to the Man.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>For time, and some time&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>As it was in the bitter years before,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>So it shall be in the over-sweetened hour&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>That a man's mind is wont to tell him more</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Than Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower.</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[vii]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<ul class="smcap lc" style="list-style-type: none; margin-left:15%;">
+<li>  <span class="ralign">PAGE</span><br /></li>
+<li><a href="#CONTENTS">CONTENTS</a>  <span class="ralign" style="font-variant: normal;"><a href="#Page_vii">vii</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES">INDEX TO FIRST LINES</a>  <span class="ralign" style="font-variant: normal;"><a href="#Page_xi">xi</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_BENEFACTORS">BENEFACTORS, THE</a>  <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_CHOICE">CHOICE, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_CITY_OF_BRASS">'CITY OF BRASS, THE'</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_COVENANT">COVENANT, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_CRAFTSMAN">CRAFTSMAN, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_DEAD_KING">DEAD KING, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_DEATH-BED">DEATH-BED, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_DECLARATION_OF_LONDON">DECLARATION OF LONDON, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#DEDICATION">DEDICATION</a> <span class="ralign" style="font-variant: normal;"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#EN-DOR">EN-DOR</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#EPITAPHS">EPITAPHS</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_FEMALE_OF_THE_SPECIES">FEMALE OF THE SPECIES, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#FOR_ALL_WE_HAVE_AND_ARE">'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#FRANCE">FRANCE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#GEHAZI">GEHAZI</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#GETHSEMANE">GETHSEMANE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></span><span class='pagenum' style="font-variant: normal;"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[viii]</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_HOLY_WAR">HOLY-WAR, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_HOUSES">HOUSES, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_HYAENAS">HY&AElig;NAS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#JUSTICE">JUSTICE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_IRISH_GUARDS">IRISH GUARDS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#LORD_ROBERTS">LORD ROBERTS</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#MARYS_SON">MARY'S SON</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#MESOPOTAMIA">MESOPOTAMIA</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#MY_BOY_JACK">MY BOY JACK</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_NATIVITY">NATIVITY, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#NATURAL_THEOLOGY">NATURAL THEOLOGY</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_OLDEST_SONG">OLDEST SONG, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_OUTLAWS">OUTLAWS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_PILGRIMS_WAY">PILGRIM'S WAY, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_PRO-CONSULS">PRO-CONSULS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_QUESTION">QUESTION, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_RECANTATION">RECANTATION, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_ROWERS">ROWERS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#RUSSIA_TO_THE_PACIFISTS">RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_SONG_AT_COCK-CROW">SONG AT COCK-CROW, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></span><span class='pagenum' style="font-variant: normal;"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[ix]</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#A_SONG_IN_STORM">SONG IN STORM, A</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_SONG_OF_THE_LATHES">SONG OF THE LATHES, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_SONS_OF_MARTHA">SONS OF MARTHA, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_SPIES_MARCH">SPIES' MARCH, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THINGS_AND_THE_MAN">THINGS AND THE MAN</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#ULSTER">ULSTER</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_VERDICTS">VERDICTS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_VETERANS">VETERANS, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#THE_VIRGINITY">VIRGINITY, THE</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></span></li>
+<li><a href="#ZION">ZION</a> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xi" id="Page_xi">[xi]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES" id="INDEX_TO_FIRST_LINES"></a>INDEX TO FIRST LINES</h2>
+
+<ul style="list-style-type: none; margin-left:15%;">
+<li><span class="ralign smcap lc">PAGE</span><br /></li>
+<li><em>Across a world where all men grieve,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_156">156</a></span></li>
+<li><em>A.</em> 'I was a "have"' <em>B.</em> 'I was a "have-not,"' <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_135">135</a></span></li>
+<li>After the burial-parties leave, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_68">68</a></span></li>
+<li><em>Ah! What avails the classic bent,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_96">96</a></span></li>
+<li><em>A tinker out of Bedford,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>Be well assured that on our side, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_24">24</a></span></li>
+<li>Brethren, how shall it fare with me, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_33">33</a></span></li>
+<li><em>Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>For all we have and are, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_21">21</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_44">44</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>'Have you news of my boy Jack?' <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_61">61</a></span></li>
+<li>He passed in the very battle-smoke, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>I ate my fill of a whale that died, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_121">121</a></span></li>
+<li>I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_114">114</a></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xii" id="Page_xii">[xii]</a></span></li>
+<li>If you stop to find out what your wages will be, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_80">80</a></span></li>
+<li><em>In a land that the sand overlays&mdash;the ways to her gates are untrod,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_148">148</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>Not in the thick of the fight, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>Oh ye who hold the written clue, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></span></li>
+<li>Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_91">91</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li><em>Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_v">v</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li><em>The Babe was laid in the Manger,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_52">52</a></span></li>
+<li>The banked oars fell an hundred strong, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></span></li>
+<li>The dark eleventh hour, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></span></li>
+<li>The Doorkeepers of Zion, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></span></li>
+<li>The fans and the beltings they roar round me, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_81">81</a></span></li>
+<li>The first time that Peter denied his Lord, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_125">125</a></span></li>
+<li>The Garden called Gethsemane, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_85">85</a></span></li>
+<li><em>The overfaithful sword returns the user,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_87">87</a></span></li>
+<li>There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_70">70</a></span></li>
+<li>The road to En-dor is easy to tread, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_55">55</a></span></li>
+<li>These were never your true love's eyes, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_119">119</a></span></li>
+<li>The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_75">75</a></span></li>
+<li>They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_65">65</a></span>
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_xiii" id="Page_xiii">[xiii]</a></span></li>
+<li>'This is the State above the Law, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_106">106</a></span></li>
+<li>To-day, across our fathers' graves, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_5">5</a></span></li>
+<li><em>To the Judge of Right and Wrong,</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_35">35</a></span></li>
+<li>Through learned and laborious years, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_27">27</a></span></li>
+<li>Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_112">112</a></span></li>
+<li>'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></span><br /><br /></li>
+
+<li>We're not so old in the Army List, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></span></li>
+<li>We thought we ranked above the chance of ill, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_13">13</a></span></li>
+<li>We were all one heart and one race, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_6">6</a></span></li>
+<li>What boots it on the Gods to call? <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_58">58</a></span></li>
+<li>'Whence comest thou, Gehazi, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_109">109</a></span></li>
+<li>When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_128">128</a></span></li>
+<li><em>Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear?</em> <span class="ralign"><a href="#Page_100">100</a></span></li>
+</ul>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_ROWERS" id="THE_ROWERS"></a>THE ROWERS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1902</p>
+
+<p class="center">(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval
+demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.)</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The banked oars fell an hundred strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And backed and threshed and ground,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bitter was the rowers' song<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As they brought the war-boat round.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They had no heart for the rally and roar<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That makes the whale-bath smoke&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the great blades cleave and hold and leave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As one on the racing stroke.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They sang:&mdash;'What reckoning do you keep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And steer her by what star,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If we come unscathed from the Southern deep<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Last night you swore our voyage was done,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But seaward still we go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you tell us now of a secret vow<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You have made with an open foe!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'That we must lie off a lightless coast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And haul and back and veer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At the will of the breed that have wronged us most<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For a year and a year and a year!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'There was never a shame in Christendie<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They laid not to our door&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you say we must take the winter sea<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And sail with them once more?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">That stripped and laid us down,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When we stood forth but they stood fast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And prayed to see us drown<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our wounds are bleeding yet&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you tell us now that our strength is sold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To help them press for a debt'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">''Neath all the flags of all mankind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That use upon the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was there no other fleet to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That you strike hands with these?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Of evil times that men can choose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On evil fate to fall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What brooding Judgment let you loose<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To pick the worst of all?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'In sight of peace&mdash;from the Narrow Seas<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">O'er half the world to run&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With a cheated crew, to league anew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the Goth and the shameless Hun!'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_VETERANS" id="THE_VETERANS"></a>THE VETERANS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">[Written for the gathering of survivors of the Indian Mutiny, Albert
+Hall, 1907.]</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To-day, across our fathers' graves,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The astonished years reveal<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The remnant of that desperate host<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which cleansed our East with steel.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Hail and farewell! We greet you here,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With tears that none will scorn&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O Keepers of the House of old,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or ever we were born!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One service more we dare to ask&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pray for us, heroes, pray,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That when Fate lays on us our task<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We do not shame the Day!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_DECLARATION_OF_LONDON" id="THE_DECLARATION_OF_LONDON"></a>THE DECLARATION OF LONDON</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">JUNE 29, 1911</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>('On the re-assembling of Parliament after the Coronation, the
+Government have no intention of allowing their followers to vote
+according to their convictions on the Declaration of London, but insist
+on a strictly party vote'&mdash;<em>Daily Papers</em>.)</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We were all one heart and one race<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the Abbey trumpets blew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For a moment's breathing-space<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We had forgotten you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now you return to your honoured place<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Panting to shame us anew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We have walked with the Ages dead&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With our Past alive and ablaze,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you bid us pawn our honour for bread;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This day of all the days!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And you cannot wait till our guests are sped,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Or last week's wreath decays?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The light is still in our eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Faith and Gentlehood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of Service and Sacrifice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And it does not match our mood,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To turn so soon to your treacheries<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That starve our land of her food.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our ears still carry the sound<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of our once Imperial seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Exultant after our King was crowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath the sun and the breeze.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is too early to have them bound<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or sold at your decrees.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Wait till the memory goes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wait till the visions fade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We may betray in time, God knows,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">But we would not have it said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When you make report to our scornful foes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That we kissed as we betrayed!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="ULSTER" id="ULSTER"></a>ULSTER</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1912</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>('Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover
+themselves with their works; their works are works of iniquity, and the
+act of violence is in their hands.'&mdash;<em>Isaiah lix 6</em>)</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The dark eleventh hour<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Draws on and sees us sold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To every evil power<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We fought against of old.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Rebellion, rapine, hate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oppression, wrong and greed<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are loosed to rule our fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By England's act and deed.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Faith in which we stand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The laws we made and guard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our honour, lives, and land<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are given for reward<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To Murder done by night,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To Treason taught by day,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To folly, sloth, and spite,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we are thrust away.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blood our fathers spilt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our love, our toils, our pains,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Are counted us for guilt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And only bind our chains.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Before an Empire's eyes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The traitor claims his price.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What need of further lies?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We are the sacrifice.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We asked no more than leave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To reap where we had sown,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through good and ill to cleave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To our own flag and throne.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now England's shot and steel<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Beneath that flag must show<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How loyal hearts should kneel<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To England's oldest foe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We know the war prepared<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On every peaceful home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We know the hells declared<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For such as serve not Rome&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The terror, threats, and dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In market, hearth, and field&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We know, when all is said,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We perish if we yield.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Believe, we dare not boast,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Believe, we do not fear&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We stand to pay the cost<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In all that men hold dear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What answer from the North?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">One Law, one Land, one Throne.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If England drive us forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We shall not fall alone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_COVENANT" id="THE_COVENANT"></a>THE COVENANT</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1914</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Others might fall, not we, for we were wise&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We let our servants drug our strength with lies.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The pleasure and the poison had its way<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On us as on the meanest, till we learned<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That he who lies will steal, who steals will slay.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Neither God's judgment nor man's heart was turned.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet there remains His Mercy&mdash;to be sought<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through wrath and peril till we cleanse the wrong<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By that last right which our forefathers claimed<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">When their Law failed them and its stewards were bought.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">This is our cause. God help us, and make strong<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our wills to meet Him later, unashamed!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="FRANCE" id="FRANCE"></a>FRANCE</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1913</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behind&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>France, beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ere our birth (rememberest thou?) side by side we lay<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fretting in the womb of Rome to begin our fray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere men knew our tongues apart, our one task was known&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Each must mould the other's fate as he wrought his own<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To this end we stirred mankind till all Earth was ours,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till our world-end strifes begat wayside thrones and powers&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Puppets that we made or broke to bar the other's path&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Necessary, outpost folk, hirelings of our wrath<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To this end we stormed the seas, tack for tack, and burst<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the doorways of new worlds, doubtful which was first,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hand on hilt (rememberest thou?) ready for the blow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sure, whatever else we met, we should meet our foe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Spurred or balked at every stride by the other's strength,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">So we rode the ages down and every ocean's length!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Where did you refrain from us or we refrain from you?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ask the wave that has not watched war between us two!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Others held us for a while, but with weaker charms,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These we quitted at the call for each other's arms.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eager toward the known delight, equally we strove&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Each the other's mystery, terror, need, and love<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To each other's open court with our proofs we came.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where could we find honour else, or men to test our claim?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From each other's throat we wrenched&mdash;valour's last reward&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That extorted word of praise gasped 'twixt lunge and guard.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In each other's cup we poured mingled blood and tears,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Brutal joys, unmeasured hopes, intolerable fears&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that soiled or salted life for a thousand years.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proved beyond the need of proof, matched in every clime,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O companion, we have lived greatly through all time!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yoked in knowledge and remorse, now we come to rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Laughing at old villainies that Time has turned to jest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Pardoning old necessities no pardon can efface&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That undying sin we shared in Rouen marketplace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now we watch the new years shape, wondering if they hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fiercer lightnings in their heart than we launched of old.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now we hear new voices rise, question, boast or gird,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">As we raged (rememberest thou?) when our crowds were stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now we count new keels afloat, and new hosts on land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Massed like ours (rememberest thou?) when our strokes were planned.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We were schooled for dear life's sake, to know each other's blade<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What can blood and iron make more than we have made?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We have learned by keenest use to know each other's mind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What shall blood and iron loose that we cannot bind?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We who swept each other's coast, sacked each other's home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since the sword of Brennus clashed on the scales at Rome,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Listen, count and close again, wheeling girth to girth,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">In the linked and steadfast guard set for peace on earth!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">France, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="FOR_ALL_WE_HAVE_AND_ARE" id="FOR_ALL_WE_HAVE_AND_ARE"></a>'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1914.</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For all we have and are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For all our children's fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand up and take the war,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Hun is at the gate!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our world has passed away,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In wantonness o'erthrown.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is nothing left to-day<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But steel and fire and stone!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Though all we knew depart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The old Commandments stand:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'In courage keep your heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In strength lift up your hand.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once more we hear the word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That sickened earth of old:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'No law except the Sword<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Unsheathed and uncontrolled.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once more it knits mankind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once more the nations go<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To meet and break and bind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A crazed and driven foe.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Comfort, content, delight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ages' slow-bought gain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They shrivelled in a night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Only ourselves remain<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To face the naked days<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In silent fortitude,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through perils and dismays<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Renewed and re-renewed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Though all we made depart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The old Commandments stand;&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'In patience keep your heart,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">In strength lift up your hand.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No easy hope or lies<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall bring us to our goal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But iron sacrifice<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of body, will, and soul.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is but one task for all&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One life for each to give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who stands if Freedom fall?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who dies if England live?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_SONG_IN_STORM" id="A_SONG_IN_STORM"></a>A SONG IN STORM</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be well assured that on our side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The abiding oceans fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though headlong wind and heaping tide<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Make us their sport to-night.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By force of weather not of war<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In jeopardy we steer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then welcome Fate's discourtesy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby it shall appear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">How in all time of our distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And our deliverance too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The game is more than the player of the game,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the ship is more than the crew.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Out of the mist into the mirk<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The glimmering combers roll.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Almost these mindless waters work<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">As though they had a soul&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Almost as though they leagued to whelm<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our flag beneath their green<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then welcome Fate's discourtesy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby it shall be seen, etc.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be well assured, though wave and wind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Have weightier blows in store,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That we who keep the watch assigned<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Must stand to it the more;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And as our streaming bows rebuke<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each billow's baulked career,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby it is made clear, etc.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">No matter though our deck be swept<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And masts and timber crack&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We can make good all loss except<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The loss of turning back.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Let courteous trumpets sound,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To welcome Fate's discourtesy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby it will be found, etc.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Be well assured, though in our power<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is nothing left to give<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But chance and place to meet the hour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And leave to strive to live,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till these dissolve our Order holds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our Service binds us here.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then welcome Fate's discourtesy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whereby it is made clear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">How in all time of our distress,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And in our triumph too,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The game is more than the player of the game,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And the ship is more than the crew!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_OUTLAWS" id="THE_OUTLAWS"></a>THE OUTLAWS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1914</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Through learned and laborious years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They set themselves to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To heap upon mankind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All that they drew from Heaven above<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or digged from earth beneath,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They laid into their treasure-trove<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And arsenals of death:<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">While, for well-weighed advantage sake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ruler and ruled alike<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Built up the faith they meant to break<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the fit hour should strike.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They traded with the careless earth,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And good return it gave;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They plotted by their neighbour's hearth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The means to make him slave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When all was ready to their hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They loosed their hidden sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And utterly laid waste a land<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their oath was pledged to guard.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Coldly they went about to raise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To life and make more dread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Abominations of old days,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That men believed were dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They paid the price to reach their goal<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Across a world in flame;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But their own hate slew their own soul<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before that victory came.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="ZION" id="ZION"></a>ZION</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Doorkeepers of Zion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They do not always stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In helmet and whole armour,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With halberds in their hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But, being sure of Zion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And all her mysteries,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They rest awhile in Zion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit down and smile in Zion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ay, even jest in Zion;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Zion, at their ease.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Gatekeepers of Baal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They dare not sit or lean,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But fume and fret and posture<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And foam and curse between;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For being bound to Baal,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose sacrifice is vain.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their rest is scant with Baal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They glare and pant for Baal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They mouth and rant for Baal,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Baal in their pain!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But we will go to Zion,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By choice and not through dread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With these our present comrades<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And those our present dead;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, being free of Zion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In both her fellowships,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Sit down and sup in Zion&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stand up and drink in Zion<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whatever cup in Zion<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is offered to our lips!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="LORD_ROBERTS" id="LORD_ROBERTS"></a>LORD ROBERTS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1914</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He passed in the very battle-smoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the war that he had descried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three hundred mile of cannon spoke<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the Master-Gunner died.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He passed to the very sound of the guns;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, before his eye grew dim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had seen the faces of the sons<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose sires had served with him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He had touched their sword-hilts and greeted each<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the old sure word of praise;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there was virtue in touch and speech<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As it had been in old days.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So he dismissed them and took his rest,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And the steadfast spirit went forth<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Between the adoring East and West<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the tireless guns of the North.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Clean, simple, valiant, well-beloved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flawless in faith and fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom neither ease nor honours moved<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">An hair's-breadth from his aim.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Never again the war-wise face,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The weighed and urgent word<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That pleaded in the market-place&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Pleaded and was not heard!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet from his life a new life springs<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through all the hosts to come,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And Glory is the least of things<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That follow this man home.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_QUESTION" id="THE_QUESTION"></a>THE QUESTION</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1916</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brethren, how shall it fare with me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the war is laid aside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it be proven that I am he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For whom a world has died?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If it be proven that all my good,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the greater good I will make,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Were purchased me by a multitude<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who suffered for my sake?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That I was delivered by mere mankind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Vowed to one sacrifice,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But dying with open eyes?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That they did not ask me to draw the sword<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">When they stood to endure their lot&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That they only looked to me for a word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I answered I knew them not?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If it be found, when the battle clears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their death has set me free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then how shall I live with myself through the years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Which they have bought for me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Brethren, how must it fare with me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or how am I justified,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it be proven that I am he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For whom mankind has died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If it be proven that I am he<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who being questioned denied?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CHOICE" id="THE_CHOICE"></a>THE CHOICE</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1917</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(THE AMERICAN SPIRIT SPEAKS)</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><em>To the Judge of Right and Wrong</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>With Whom fulfilment lies</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Our purpose and our power belong,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Our faith and sacrifice.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Let Freedom's Land rejoice!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our ancient bonds are riven;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Once more to us the eternal choice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Good or Ill is given.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not at a little cost,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hardly by prayer or tears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shall we recover the road we lost<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the drugged and doubting years.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But, after the fires and the wrath,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">But, after searching and pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His Mercy opens us a path<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To live with ourselves again.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">In the Gates of Death rejoice!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We see and hold the good&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With Freedom's brotherhood!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then praise the Lord Most High<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whose Strength hath saved us whole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And not the living Soul!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><em>To the God in Man displayed&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Where e'er we see that Birth,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Be love and understanding paid</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>As never yet on earth!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i2"><em>To the Spirit that moves in Man,</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>On Whom all worlds depend,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Be Glory since our world began</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>And service to the end!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_HOLY_WAR" id="THE_HOLY_WAR"></a>THE HOLY WAR</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1917</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>('For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul that the
+walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the most mighty adverse
+potentate unless the townsmen gave consent thereto'&mdash;<span class="smcap">Bunyan's</span> <em>Holy
+War</em>)</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>A tinker out of Bedford,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>A vagrant oft in quod,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>A private under Fairfax,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>A minister of God&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Two hundred years and thirty</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Ere Armageddon came</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>His single hand portrayed it,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And Bunyan was his name!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He mapped, for those who follow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The world in which we are&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'This famous town of Mansoul'<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">That takes the Holy War<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her true and traitor people,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The gates along her wall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From Eye Gate unto Feel Gate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">John Bunyan showed them all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All enemy divisions,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Recruits of every class,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And highly-screened positions<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For flame or poison-gas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The craft that we call modern,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The crimes that we call new,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">John Bunyan had 'em typed and filed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Sixteen Eighty-two<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Likewise the Lords of Looseness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That hamper faith and works,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Perseverance-Doubters,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And Present-Comfort shirks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With brittle intellectuals<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Who crack beneath a strain&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">John Bunyan met that helpful set<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Charles the Second's reign.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Emmanuel's vanguard dying<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For right and not for rights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My Lord Apollyon lying<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To the State-kept Stockholmites,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Pope, the swithering Neutrals,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The Kaiser and his Gott&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their r&ocirc;les, their goals, their naked souls&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He knew and drew the lot.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Now he hath left his quarters,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Bunhill Fields to lie.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wisdom that he taught us<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Is proven prophecy&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">One watchword through our armies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One answer from our lands&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'No dealings with Diabolus<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As long as Mansoul stands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>A pedlar from a hovel,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The lowest of the low,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The father of the Novel,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Salvation's first Defoe,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Eight blinded generations</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Ere Armageddon came,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>He showed us how to meet it,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And Bunyan was his name!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_HOUSES" id="THE_HOUSES"></a>THE HOUSES</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(A SONG OF THE DOMINIONS)</p>
+
+<p class="center">1898</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For my house and thy house no help shall we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Save thy house and my house&mdash;kin cleaving to kind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since my house to thy house no greater can send<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than thy house to my house&mdash;friend comforting friend;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And thy house to my house no meaner can bring<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than my house to thy house&mdash;King counselling King.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="RUSSIA_TO_THE_PACIFISTS" id="RUSSIA_TO_THE_PACIFISTS"></a>RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But&mdash;leave your sports a little while&mdash;the dead are borne this way!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Singing:&mdash;Break ground for a wearied host<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That have no ground to keep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Give them the rest that they covet most,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And who shall next to sleep, good sirs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">In such a trench to sleep?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, but give us leave to pass.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">We go to dig a nation's grave as great as England was.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For this Kingdom and this Glory and this Power and this Pride<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Three hundred years it flourished&mdash;in three hundred days it died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Singing:&mdash;Pour oil for a frozen throng,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That lie about the ways.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Give them the warmth they have lacked so long<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And what shall be next to blaze, good sirs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">On such a pyre to blaze?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest you, thoughtful gentlemen, and send your sleep is light!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Remains of this dominion no shadow, sound, or sight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Except the sound of weeping and the sight of burning fire,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And the shadow of a people that is trampled into mire.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Singing:&mdash;Break bread for a starving folk<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">That perish in the field.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Give them their food as they take the yoke &hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And who shall be next to yield, good sirs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">For such a bribe to yield?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">God rest you, merry gentlemen, and keep you in your mirth!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was ever kingdom turned so soon to ashes, blood, and earth?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twixt the summer and the snow&mdash;seeding-time and frost&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Arms and victual, hope and counsel, name and country lost!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Singing:&mdash;<em>Let down by the foot and the head&mdash;</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span>
+<span class="i8"><em>Shovel and smooth it all!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i8"><em>So do we bury a Nation dead &hellip;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i8">And who shall be next to fall, good sirs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">With your good help to fall?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_IRISH_GUARDS" id="THE_IRISH_GUARDS"></a>THE IRISH GUARDS</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1918</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We're not so old in the Army List,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But we're not so young at our trade,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we had the honour at Fontenoy<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of meeting the Guards' Brigade.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And Lee that led us then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after a hundred and seventy years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We're fighting for France again!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>Head to the storm as they faced it before!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>For where there are Irish there's bound to be fighting,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>And when there's no fighting, it's Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i18"><em>Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fashion's all for khaki now,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">But once through France we went<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Full-dressed in scarlet Army cloth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The English&mdash;left at Ghent<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They're fighting on our side to-day.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, before they changed their clothes,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The half of Europe knew our fame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As all of Ireland knows!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Old Days! The wild geese are flying,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>Head to the storm as they faced it before!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>For where there are Irish there's memory undying,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>And when we forget, it is Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i18"><em>Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The ancient days come back no more<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than water under the bridge<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the bridge it stands and the water runs<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">As red as yesterday,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Irish move to the sound of the guns<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Like salmon to the sea.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Old Days! The wild geese are ranging,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>Head to the storm as they faced it before!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>And when they are changed, it is Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i18"><em>Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We're not so old in the Army List,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But we're not so new in the ring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For we carried our packs with Marshal Saxe<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When Louis was our King.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But Douglas Haig's our Marshal now<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we're King George's men,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And after one hundred and seventy years<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We're fighting for France again!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Ah, France! And did we stand by you,</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Ah, France! And will we deny you</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>In the hour of your agony, Mother of Swords?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>Head to the storm as they faced it before!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i18"><em>Ireland no more!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_NATIVITY" id="A_NATIVITY"></a>A NATIVITY</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1916</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>The Babe was laid in the Manger</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Between the gentle kine&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>All safe from cold and danger&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'But it was not so with mine.<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">(With mine! With mine!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Is it well with the child, is it well?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The waiting mother prayed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'For I know not how he fell,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I know not where he is laid.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>A Star stood forth in Heaven,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The watchers ran to see</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The Sign of the Promise given&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'But there comes no sign to me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(To me! To me!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'<em>My</em> child died in the dark.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Is it well with the child, is it well?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was none to tend him or mark,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I know not how he fell.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>The Cross was raised on high;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The Mother grieved beside&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'But the Mother saw Him die<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And took Him when He died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(He died! He died!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Seemly and undefiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">His burial-place was made&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Is it well, is it well with the child?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I know not where he is laid.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>On the dawning of Easter Day</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Comes Mary Magdalene;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>But the Stone was rolled away,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And the Body was not within&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(Within! Within!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Ah, who will answer my word?'<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">The broken mother prayed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'They have taken away my Lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And I know not where He is laid.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<hr class='in' /><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>The Star stands forth in Heaven.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The watchers watch in vain</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>For a Sign of the Promise given</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Of peace on Earth again&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(Again! Again!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'But I know for Whom he fell'&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The steadfast mother smiled<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Is it well with the child&mdash;is it well?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It is well&mdash;it is well with the child!'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="EN-DOR" id="EN-DOR"></a>EN-DOR</h2>
+
+<p class="center">'Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor'<br />
+1 <em>Samuel</em> <span class="smcap lc">XXVIII</span> 7</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The road to En-dor is easy to tread<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For Mother or yearning Wife.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As they were even in life.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hands&mdash;ah God!&mdash;that we knew!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Visions and voices&mdash;look and heark!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall prove that our tale is true,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And that those who have passed to the further shore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May be hailed&mdash;at a price&mdash;on the road to En-dor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But they are so deep in their new eclipse<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Nothing they say can reach,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unless it be uttered by alien lips<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And framed in a stranger's speech.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The son must send word to the mother that bore,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Through an hireling's mouth. 'Tis the rule of En-dor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And not for nothing these gifts are shown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By such as delight our dead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They must twitch and stiffen and slaver a groan<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere the eyes are set in the head,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the voice from the belly begins. Therefore<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We pay them a wage where they ply at En-dor.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Even so, we have need of faith<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And patience to follow the clue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Often, at first, what the dear one saith<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is babble, or jest, or untrue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Lying spirits perplex us sore<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Till our loves&mdash;and our lives&mdash;are well known at En-dor)&hellip;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Oh the road to En-dor is the oldest road</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And the craziest road of all!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Straight it runs to the Witch's abode,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>As it did in the days of Saul,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>And nothing has changed of the sorrow in store</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>For such as go down on the road to En-dor!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_RECANTATION" id="A_RECANTATION"></a>A RECANTATION</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(TO LYDE OF THE MUSIC HALLS)</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">What boots it on the Gods to call?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Since, answered or unheard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We perish with the Gods and all<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Things made&mdash;except the Word.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ere certain Fate had touched a heart<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By fifty years made cold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I judged thee, Lyde, and thy art<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">O'erblown and over-bold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But he&mdash;but he, of whom bereft<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I suffer vacant days&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He on his shield not meanly left&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He cherished all thy lays.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Witness the magic coffer stocked<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">With convoluted runes<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wherein thy very voice was locked<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And linked to circling tunes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Witness thy portrait, smoke-defiled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That decked his shelter-place.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Life seemed more present, wrote the child,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beneath thy well-known face.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when the grudging days restored<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Him for a breath to home,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He, with fresh crowds of youth, adored<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thee making mirth in Rome.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Therefore, I, humble, join the hosts,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Loyal and loud, who bow<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To thee as Queen of Songs&mdash;and ghosts&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For I remember how<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Never more rampant rose the Hall<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">At thy audacious line<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Than when the news came in from Gaul<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Thy son had&mdash;followed mine.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But thou didst hide it in thy breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, capering, took the brunt<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of blaze and blare, and launched the jest<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That swept next week the front.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Singer to children! Ours possessed<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Sleep before noon&mdash;but thee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Wakeful each midnight for the rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">No holocaust shall free.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Yet they who use the Word assigned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To hearten and make whole,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not less than Gods have served mankind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though vultures rend their soul.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="MY_BOY_JACK" id="MY_BOY_JACK"></a>MY BOY JACK</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Have you news of my boy Jack?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Not this tide.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'When d'you think that he'll come back?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Has any one else had word of him?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Not this tide.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>For what is sunk will hardly swim,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Not with this wind blowing, and this tide.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>None this tide,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Nor any tide,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Except he did not shame his kind</em>&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Then hold your head up all the more,</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>This tide,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And every tide;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Because he was the son you bore,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_VERDICTS" id="THE_VERDICTS"></a>THE VERDICTS</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(JUTLAND)</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Not in the thick of the fight,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not in the press of the odds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do the heroes come to their height,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or we know the demi-gods.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That stands over till peace.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We can only perceive<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men returned from the seas,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Very grateful for leave.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They grant us sudden days<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Snatched from their business of war;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we are too close to appraise<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What manner of men they are.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, whether their names go down<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">With age-kept victories,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or whether they battle and drown<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They are too near to be great,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But our children shall understand<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When and how our fate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Was changed, and by whose hand.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our children shall measure their worth.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">We are content to be blind<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But we know that we walk on a new-born earth<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With the saviours of mankind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="MESOPOTAMIA" id="MESOPOTAMIA"></a>MESOPOTAMIA</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1917</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In sight of help denied from day to day:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Are they too strong and wise to put away?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Never while the bars of sunset hold:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">When the storm is ended shall we find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By the favour and contrivance of their kind?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Even while they make a show of fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To confirm and re-establish each career?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Their lives cannot repay us&mdash;their death could not undo&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">The shame that they have laid upon our race:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Shall we leave it unabated in its place?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_HYAENAS" id="THE_HYAENAS"></a>THE HY&AElig;NAS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">After the burial-parties leave<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the baffled kites have fled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wise hy&aelig;nas come out at eve<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To take account of our dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How he died and why he died<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Troubles them not a whit.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They snout the bushes and stones aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And dig till they come to it.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They are only resolute they shall eat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That they and their mates may thrive,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And they know that the dead are safer meat<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Than the weakest thing alive.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">(For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And a child will sometimes stand;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But a poor dead soldier of the King<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Can never lift a hand.)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Until their tushes white<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Take good hold in the army shirt,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And tug the corpse to light,<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the pitiful face is shewn again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For an instant ere they close;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But it is not discovered to living men&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Only to God and to those<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Who, being soulless, are free from shame,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Whatever meat they may find.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Nor do they defile the dead man's name&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That is reserved for his kind.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_SPIES_MARCH" id="THE_SPIES_MARCH"></a>THE SPIES' MARCH</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(BEFORE THE WAR)</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>('The outbreak is in full swing and our death-rate would sicken
+Napoleon&hellip; Dr M&mdash;&mdash; died last week, and C&mdash;&mdash; on Monday, but some more
+medicines are coming&hellip; We don't seem to be able to check it at all&hellip;
+Villages panicking badly&hellip; In some places not a living soul&hellip; But at
+any rate the experience gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my
+notes written up to date in case of accidents&hellip; Death is a queer chap
+to live with for steady company.' <em>Extracted from a private letter from
+Manchuria.</em>)</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of his fellow.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugles we rally,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow the Standard of Yellow!<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span>
+<span class="i8"><em>Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Not where the squadrons mass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not where the bayonets shine,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Not where the big shell shout as they pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Over the firing-line;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Not where the wounded are,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not where the nations die,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Killed in the cleanly game of war&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That is no place for a spy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Here is no place for a spy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Trained to another use,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">We march with colours furled,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Only concerned when Death breaks loose<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">On a front of half a world.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Only for General Death<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">The Yellow Flag may fly,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">While we take post beneath&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That is the place for a spy.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Where Plague has spread his pinions over Nations and Dominions&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Then will be work for a spy!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">The dropping shots begin,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The single funerals pass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Our skirmishers run in,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The corpses dot the grass!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The howling towns stampede,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">The tainted hamlets die.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Now it is war indeed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Now there is room for a spy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">O Peoples, Kings and Lands, we are waiting your commands&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">What is the work for a spy?<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(<span class="smcap">Drums</span>)&mdash;<em>'Fear is upon us, spy!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">'Go where his pickets hide&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">Unmask the shapes they take,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Whether a gnat from the waterside,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or stinging fly in the brake,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or filth of the crowded street,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or a sick rat limping by,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That is the work of a spy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(<span class="smcap">Drums</span>)&mdash;<em>Death is upon us, spy!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+
+<span class="i4">'What does he next prepare?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Whence will he move to attack?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">By water, earth or air?&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">How can we head him back?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Shall we starve him out if we burn<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Or bury his food-supply?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Slip through his lines and learn&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That is work for a spy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(<span class="smcap">Drums</span>)&mdash;<em>Get to your business, spy!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">'Does he feint or strike in force?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
+<span class="i6">Will he charge or ambuscade?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">What is it checks his course?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is he beaten or only delayed?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">How long will the lull endure?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Is he retreating? Why?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Crawl to his camp and make sure&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That is the work for a spy!<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">(<span class="smcap">Drums</span>)&mdash;<em>Fetch us our answer, spy!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">'Ride with him girth to girth<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Wherever the Pale Horse wheels,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Wait on his councils, ear to earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And say what the dust reveals.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For the smoke of our torment rolls<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Where the burning thousands lie;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">What do we care for men's bodies or souls?<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Bring us deliverance, spy!'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_SONS_OF_MARTHA" id="THE_SONS_OF_MARTHA"></a>THE SONS OF MARTHA</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and the troubled heart.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to the Lord her Guest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve, or rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the shock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the switches lock.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to embark and entrain,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and main.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They say to mountains 'Be ye remov&egrave;d.' They say to the lesser floods 'Be dry.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Under their rods are the rocks reprov&egrave;d&mdash;they are not afraid of that which is high.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit&mdash;then is the bed of the deep laid bare,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and unaware.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece the living wires.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He rears against the gates they rend: they feed him hungry behind their fires.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible stall,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till evenfall.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is Relief afar.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They are concerned with matters hidden&mdash;under the earth-line their altars are.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to the mouth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's drouth.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work loose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their work when they damn-well choose.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the desert they stand,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's days may be long in the land.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or flat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for that!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common need.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And the Sons of Mary smile and are bless&egrave;d&mdash;they know the angels are on their side.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They know in them is the Grace confess&egrave;d, and for them are the Mercies multiplied.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They sit at the Feet&mdash;they hear the Word&mdash;they see how truly the Promise runs:<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and&mdash;the Lord He lays it on Martha's Sons!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="MARYS_SON" id="MARYS_SON"></a>MARY'S SON</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you stop to find out what your wages will be<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And how they will clothe and feed you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the Sea will never need you.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you ask for the reason of every command,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And argue with people about you,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Willie, my son, don't you go on the Land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the Land will do better without you.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If you stop to consider the work you have done<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And to boast what your labour is worth, dear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Angels may come for you, Willie, my son,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But you'll never be wanted on Earth, dear!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_SONG_OF_THE_LATHES" id="THE_SONG_OF_THE_LATHES"></a>THE SONG OF THE LATHES</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1918</p>
+
+<p class="center">(Being the words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay,
+widow.)</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The fans and the beltings they roar round me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The power is shaking the floor round me<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes over.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It is good for me to be here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Guns in Flanders&mdash;Flanders guns!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>(I had a man that worked 'em once!)</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The cranes and the carriers they boom over me,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The bays and the galleries they loom over me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance:<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">It is good for me to be here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Our lights give warning, and fade over us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Oh, it is good for me to be here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The roofs and the buildings they grow round me,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Eating up the fields I used to know round me;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So long have I been here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Through the bit that isn't painted round our skylight rim,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the sunshine in the window slope according to the seasons,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Twice since I've been here.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The trains on the sidings they call to us<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it where it's wanted,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">For that is why we are here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man's hate passes as his love will pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God made woman what she always was.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">So long as they are here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once I was a woman, but that's by with me.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">All I loved and looked for, it must die with me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And I serve His Judgments here!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Guns in Flanders&mdash;Flanders guns!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>(I had a son that worked 'em once!)</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="GETHSEMANE" id="GETHSEMANE"></a>GETHSEMANE</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Garden called Gethsemane<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In Picardy it was,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And there the people came to see<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The English soldiers pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We used to pass&mdash;we used to pass<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Or halt, as it might be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And ship our masks in case of gas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond Gethsemane.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The Garden called Gethsemane,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">It held a pretty lass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But all the time she talked to me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I prayed my cup might pass.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The officer sat on the chair,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The men lay on the grass,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And all the time we halted there<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">I prayed my cup might pass&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It didn't pass&mdash;it didn't pass&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">It didn't pass from me.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I drank it when we met the gas<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Beyond Gethsemane.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_PRO-CONSULS" id="THE_PRO-CONSULS"></a>THE PRO-CONSULS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>The overfaithful sword returns the user</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The clamour of the arrogant accuser</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Wastes that one hour we needed to make good.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>This was foretold of old at our outgoing;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>This we accepted who have squandered, knowing,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The strength and glory of our reputations,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>At the day's need, as it were dross, to guard</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The tender and new-dedicate foundations</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Against the sea we fear&mdash;not man's award.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">They that dig foundations deep,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Fit for realms to rise upon,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Little honour do they reap<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Of their generation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Any more than mountains gain<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Stature till we reach the plain.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">With no veil before their face<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Such as shroud or sceptre lend&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Daily in the market-place,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Of one height to foe and friend&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">They must cheapen self to find<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Ends uncheapened for mankind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Through the night when hirelings rest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Sleepless they arise, alone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The unsleeping arch to test<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">And the o'er-trusted corner-stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">'Gainst the need, they know, that lies<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Hid behind the centuries.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Not by lust of praise or show,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not by Peace herself betrayed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Peace herself must they forego<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Till that peace be fitly made;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And in single strength uphold<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Wearier hands and hearts acold.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">On the stage their act hath framed<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">For thy sports, O Liberty!<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Doubted are they, and defamed<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">By the tongues their act set free,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">While they quicken, tend and raise<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Power that must their power displace.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">Lesser men feign greater goals,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Failing whereof they may sit<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Scholarly to judge the souls<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">That go down into the pit,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">And, despite its certain clay,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Heave a new world towards the day.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i4">These at labour make no sign,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">More than planets, tides or years<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Which discover God's design,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Not our hopes and not our fears;<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Nor in aught they gain or lose<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">Seek a triumph or excuse.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>For, so the Ark be borne to Zion, who</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Heeds how they perished or were paid that bore it?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>For, so the Shrine abide, what shame&mdash;what pride&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>If we, the priests, were bound or crowned before it?</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CRAFTSMAN" id="THE_CRAFTSMAN"></a>THE CRAFTSMAN</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He to the overbearing Boanerges<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Jonson, uttered (If half of it were liquor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Blessed be the vintage!)<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Saying how, at an alehouse under Cotswold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He had made sure of his very Cleopatra,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drunk with enormous, salvation-contemning<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Love for a tinker.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How, while he hid from Sir Thomas's keepers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Crouched in a ditch and drenched by the midnight<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Dews, he had listened to gipsy Juliet<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Rail at the dawning.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How at Bankside, a boy drowning kittens<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Winced at the business; whereupon his sister<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Lady Macbeth aged seven) thrust 'em under,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Sombrely scornful.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How on a Sabbath, hushed and compassionate&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">She being known since her birth to the townsfolk&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Stratford dredged and delivered from Avon<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Dripping Ophelia.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So, with a thin third finger marrying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Drop to wine-drop domed on the table,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Shakespeare opened his heart till sunrise<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Entered to hear him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">London wakened and he, imperturbable,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Passed from waking to hurry after shadows &hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Busied upon shows of no earthly importance?<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">Yes, but he knew it!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THINGS_AND_THE_MAN" id="THINGS_AND_THE_MAN"></a>THINGS AND THE MAN</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(IN MEMORIAM, JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN)</p>
+
+<p class="center">1904</p>
+
+<blockquote><p>'And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren; and they hated
+him yet the more.'&mdash;<em>Genesis</em>&nbsp;<span class="smcap lc">XXXVII.</span>&nbsp;5.</p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Oh ye who hold the written clue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To all save all unwritten things,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, half a league behind, pursue<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Look! To your knee your baby brings<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">The oldest tale since Earth began&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The answer to your worryings<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>'Once on a time there was a Man.'</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He, single-handed, met and slew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He lonely 'mid his doubting crew&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">'In all the loneliness of wings'&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He fed the flame, he filled the springs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">He locked the ranks, he launched the van<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>'Once on a time there was a Man.'</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The peace of shocked Foundations flew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before his ribald questionings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He broke the Oracles in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And bared the paltry wires and strings.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">He headed desert wanderings,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">He led his soul, his cause, his clan<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A little from the ruck of Things.<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>'Once on a time there was a Man.'</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thrones, Powers, Dominions block the view<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With episodes and underlings&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The meek historian deems them true<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor heeds the song that Clio sings&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The simple central truth that stings<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span>
+<span class="i4">The mob to boo, the priest to ban;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Things never yet created things&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>'Once on a time there was a Man.'</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A bolt is fallen from the blue.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A wakened realm full circle swings<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where Dothan's dreamer dreams anew<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of vast and farborne harvestings;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And unto him an Empire clings<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">That grips the purpose of his plan.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">My Lords, how think you of these things?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4"><em>Once&mdash;in our time&mdash;is there a Man?</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_BENEFACTORS" id="THE_BENEFACTORS"></a>THE BENEFACTORS</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Ah! What avails the classic bent</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And what the cultured word,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Against the undoctored incident</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>That actually occurred?</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>And what is Art whereto we press</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Through paint and prose and rhyme&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>When Nature in her nakedness</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Defeats us every time?</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">It is not learning, grace nor gear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor easy meat and drink,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But bitter pinch of pain and fear<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That makes creation think.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When in this world's unpleasing youth<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Our god-like race began,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The longest arm, the sharpest tooth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Gave man control of man;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Till, bruised and bitten to the bone<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And taught by pain and fear,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He learned to deal the far-off stone,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And poke the long, safe spear.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So tooth and nail were obsolete<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As means against a foe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till, bored by uniform defeat,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some genius built the bow.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then stone and javelin proved as vain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As old-time tooth and nail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ere, spurred anew by fear and pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Man fashioned coats of mail.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Then was there safety for the rich<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">And danger for the poor,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till someone mixed a powder which<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Redressed the scale once more.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Helmet and armour disappeared<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">With sword and bow and pike,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, when the smoke of battle cleared,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All men were armed alike&hellip;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when ten million such were slain<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To please one crazy king,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man, schooled in bulk by fear and pain,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Grew weary of the thing;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And, at the very hour designed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To enslave him past recall,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His tooth-stone-arrow-gun-shy mind<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Turned and abolished all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<hr class='in' /><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>All Power, each Tyrant, every Mob</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Whose head has grown too large,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Ends by destroying its own job</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And earns its own discharge.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>And Man, whose mere necessities</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Move all things from his path,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Trembles meanwhile at their decrees,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And deprecates their wrath!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_DEAD_KING" id="THE_DEAD_KING"></a>THE DEAD KING</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">(EDWARD VII.)</p>
+
+<p class="center">1910</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And, unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the last grudged sands have run?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i6"><em>Let him approach. It is proven here</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has done.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For to him above all was Life good, above all he commanded<br /></span>
+<span class="i10">Her abundance full-handed.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The peculiar treasure of Kings was his for the taking:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that men come to in dreams he inherited waking:&mdash;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">His marvel of world-gathered armies&mdash;one heart and all races,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">His seas 'neath his keels when his war-castles foamed to their places;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The thundering foreshores that answered his heralded landing;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The huge lighted cities adoring, the assemblies upstanding;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Councils of Kings called in haste to learn how he was minded&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Kingdoms, the Powers, and the Glories he dealt with unblinded.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">To him came all captains of men, all achievers of glory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hot from the press of their battles they told him their story.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They revealed him their life in an hour and, saluting, departed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Joyful to labour afresh&mdash;he had made them new-hearted.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And, since he weighed men from his youth, and no lie long deceived him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He spoke and exacted the truth, and the basest believed him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And God poured him an exquisite wine, that was daily renewed to him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the clear-welling love of his peoples that daily accrued to him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Honour and service we gave him, rejoicingly fearless;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Faith absolute, trust beyond speech and a friendship as peerless.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And since he was Master and Servant in all that we asked him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We leaned hard on his wisdom in all things, knowing not how we tasked him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For on Him each new day laid command, every tyrannous hour,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To confront, or confirm, or make smooth some dread issue of power;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To deliver true judgment aright at the instant, unaided,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In the strict, level, ultimate phrase that allowed or dissuaded;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To foresee, to allay, to avert from us perils unnumbered,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To stand guard on our gates when he guessed that the watchmen had slumbered;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To win time, to turn hate, to woo folly to service and, mightily schooling<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His strength to the use of his Nations, to rule as not ruling.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These were the works of our King; Earth's peace was the proof of them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">God gave him great works to fulfil, and to us the behoof of them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We accepted his toil as our right&mdash;none spared, none excused him.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">When he was bowed by his burden his rest was refused him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We troubled his age with our weakness&mdash;the blacker our shame to us!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Hearing his People had need of him, straightway he came to us.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As he received so he gave&mdash;nothing grudged, naught denying,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Not even the last gasp of his breath when he strove for us, dying<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For our sakes, without question, he put from him all that he cherished.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Simply as any that serve him he served and he perished.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All that Kings covet was his, and he flung it aside for us.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Simply as any that die in his service he died for us.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Who in the Realm to-day has choice of the easy road or the hard to tread?</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And, much concerned for his own estate, would sell his soul to remain in the sun?</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i10"><em>Let him depart nor look on Our dead.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has done.</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_DEATH-BED" id="A_DEATH-BED"></a>A DEATH-BED</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'This is the State above the Law.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The State exists for the State alone.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">[<em>This is a gland at the back of the jaw,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And an answering lump by the collar-bone.</em>]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some die shouting in gas or fire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some die silent, by shell and shot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some die desperate, caught on the wire;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some die suddenly. This will not.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Regis suprema Voluntas lex.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">[<em>It will follow the regular course of&mdash;throats.</em>]<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some die pinned by the broken decks,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some die sobbing between the boats.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some die eloquent, pressed to death<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">By the sliding trench, as their friends can hear.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some die wholly in half a breath<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some&mdash;give trouble for half a year.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'There is neither Evil nor Good in life<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Except as the needs of the State ordain.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">[<em>Since it is rather too late for the knife,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>All we can do is to mask the pain.</em>]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some die saintly in faith and hope&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">One died thus in a prison-yard&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Some die broken by rape or the rope;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Some die easily. This dies hard.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'I will dash to pieces who bar my way.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">[<em>Let him write what he wishes to say.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>It tires him out if he tries to speak.</em>]<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Some die quietly. Some abound<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">In loud self-pity. Others spread<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Bad morale through the cots around &hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This is a type that is better dead.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'The war was forced on me by my foes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">All that I sought was the right to live.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">[<em>Don't be afraid of a triple dose;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The pain will neutralize half we give.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Here are the needles. See that he dies</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>While the effects of the drug endure&hellip;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>What is the question he asks with his eyes?&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure.</em>]<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="GEHAZI" id="GEHAZI"></a>GEHAZI</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'Whence comest thou, Gehazi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So reverend to behold,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In scarlet and in ermines<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And chain of England's gold?'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'From following after Naaman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To tell him all is well,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereby my zeal hath made me<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">A Judge in Israel.'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Well done, well done, Gehazi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stretch forth thy ready hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou barely 'scaped from judgment,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Take oath to judge the land,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Unswayed by gift of money<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Or privy bribe, more base,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of knowledge which is profit<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In any market-place.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Search out and probe, Gehazi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">As thou of all canst try,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The truthful, well-weighed answer<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That tells the blacker lie&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The loud, uneasy virtue,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The anger feigned at will,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To overbear a witness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And make the Court keep still.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Take order now, Gehazi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That no man talk aside<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In secret with his judges<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The while his case is tried.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lest he should show them&mdash;reason<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">To keep a matter hid,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And subtly lead the questions<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Away from what he did.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thou mirror of uprightness,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">What ails thee at thy vows?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What means the risen whiteness<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of the skin between thy brows?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The boils that shine and burrow,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The sores that slough and bleed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The leprosy of Naaman<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">On thee and all thy seed?<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Stand up, stand up, Gehazi,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">Draw close thy robe and go,<br /></span>
+<span class="i4">Gehazi, Judge in Israel,<br /></span>
+<span class="i6">A leper white as snow!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_VIRGINITY" id="THE_VIRGINITY"></a>THE VIRGINITY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From his first love, no matter who she be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That didn't settle somewhere near the sea?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But I can understand my neighbour's views<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From certain things which have occurred to me.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Men must keep touch with things they used to use<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To earn their living, even when they are free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And so come back upon the least excuse&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Same as the sailor settled near the sea.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He knows he's never going on no cruise&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He knows he's done and finished with the sea,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And yet he likes to feel she's there to use&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If he should ask her&mdash;as she used to be.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Even though she cost him all he had to lose,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even though she made him sick to hear or see,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Still, what she left of him will mostly choose<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her skirts to sit by. How comes such to be?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Parsons in pulpits, tax-payers in pews,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Kings on your thrones, you know as well as me,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>We've only one virginity to lose,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>And where we lost it there our hearts will be!</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_PILGRIMS_WAY" id="A_PILGRIMS_WAY"></a>A PILGRIM'S WAY</h2>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If these are added, I rejoice&mdash;if not, I shall not mind,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right),<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">(Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Since I myself have done no less and&mdash;sometimes pulled it off.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And when they work me random wrong, as often-times hath been,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean)<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">But, as we give and as we take&mdash;whate'er our takings be&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Show nothing irredeemable on either side the grave.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">For as we live and as we die&mdash;if utter Death there be&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Deliver me from every pride&mdash;the Middle, High, and Low&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. <em>Amen!</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">(Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be)<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This single faith in Life and Death and all Eternity<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_OLDEST_SONG" id="THE_OLDEST_SONG"></a>THE OLDEST SONG</h2>
+
+<p class="center">For before Eve was Lilith&mdash;<em>Old Tale.</em></p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">These were never your true love's eyes.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why do you feign that you love them?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You that broke from their constancies,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And the wide calm brows above them!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This was never your true love's speech.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why do you thrill when you hear it?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">You that have ridden out of its reach<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The width of the world or near it!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This was never your true love's hair,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">You that chafed when it bound you<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Screened from knowledge or shame or care,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the night that it made around you!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">'<em>All these things I know, I know.</em><br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And that's why my heart is breaking!</em>'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then what do you gain by pretending so?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">'<em>The joy of an old wound waking.</em>'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="NATURAL_THEOLOGY" id="NATURAL_THEOLOGY"></a>NATURAL THEOLOGY</h2>
+
+<h3 class="lc">PRIMITIVE</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I ate my fill of a whale that died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And stranded after a month at sea&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There is a pain in my inside.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why have the Gods afflicted me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What is the sense of Religion and Faith?<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Look how the Gods have afflicted me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3 class="lc">PAGAN</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">How can the skin of rat or mouse hold<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Anything more than a harmless flea?&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The burning plague has taken my household.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why have my Gods afflicted me?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">All my kith and kin are deceased,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Though they were as good as good could be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will out and batter the family priest,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because my Gods have afflicted me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3 class="lc">MEDI&AElig;VAL</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My privy and well drain into each other<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">After the custom of Christendie&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why has the Lord afflicted me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Saints are helpless for all I offer&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">So are the clergy I used to fee<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because the Lord has afflicted me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3 class="lc">MATERIAL</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I run eight hundred hens to the acre.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They die by dozens mysteriously&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why has the Lord afflicted me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What a return for all my endeavour&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Not to mention the L. S. D.!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I am an atheist now and for ever,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because this God has afflicted me!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3 class="lc">PROGRESSIVE</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Money spent on an Army or Fleet<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is homicidal lunacy&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My son has been killed in the Mons retreat.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Why is the Lord afflicting me?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Why are murder, pillage and arson<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And rape allowed by the Deity?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I will write to the <em>Times</em>, deriding our parson<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Because my God has afflicted me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3 class="lc">CHORUS</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We had a kettle, we let it leak;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Our not repairing it made it worse.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We haven't had any tea for a week&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The bottom is out of the Universe!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span>
+<h3 class="lc">CONCLUSION</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But what comes after is measure for measure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And not a God that afflicteth thee.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As was the sowing so the reaping<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Is now and evermore shall be.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Thou art delivered to thy own keeping.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="A_SONG_AT_COCK-CROW" id="A_SONG_AT_COCK-CROW"></a>A SONG AT COCK-CROW</h2>
+
+<p class="center">'<em>Ille autem iterum negavit.</em>'</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But followed far off to see what they would do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Till the cock crew&mdash;till the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">('Thou also art one of them.') Then the cock crew!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The first time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A poor silly fisherman, what could he do<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cock crew&mdash;when the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<hr class='in' /><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The next time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cock crew&mdash;when the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew</em>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The next time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cock crew&mdash;when the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew</em>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The next time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And He stretched out His arms for the playmates He knew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cock crew&mdash;when the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>But the waters had covered them when the cock crew</em>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The next time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the cock crew&mdash;though the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Over all Christendom, though the cock crew</em>.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The last time that Peter deni&eacute;d his Lord,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the cock crew&mdash;when the cock crew&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(<em>Because of his wickedness</em>) <em>when the cock crew</em>!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_FEMALE_OF_THE_SPECIES" id="THE_FEMALE_OF_THE_SPECIES"></a>THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1911</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it as he can.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts pale<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale&mdash;<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">The female of the species is more deadly than the male.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Man, a bear in most relations&mdash;worm and savage otherwise,&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mirth obscene diverts his anger! Doubt and Pity oft perplex<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_131" id="Page_131">[131]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Him in dealing with an issue&mdash;to the scandal of The Sex!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the same;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">May not deal in doubt or pity&mdash;must not swerve for fact or jest.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These be purely male diversions&mdash;not in these her honour dwells.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_132" id="Page_132">[132]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">She is wedded to convictions&mdash;in default of grosser ties;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_133" id="Page_133">[133]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Unprovoked and awful charges&mdash;even so the she-bear fights,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons&mdash;even so the cobra bites,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the victim writhes in anguish&mdash;like the Jesuit with the squaw!<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">So it comes that Man the coward, when he gathers to confer<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_134" id="Page_134">[134]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">To some God of Abstract Justice&mdash;which no woman understands.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Must command but may not govern&mdash;shall enthral but not enslave him.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And <em>She</em> knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_135" id="Page_135">[135]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="EPITAPHS" id="EPITAPHS"></a>EPITAPHS</h2>
+
+<h3>'Equality Of Sacrifice'</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>A.</em> 'I was a "have."' <em>B.</em> 'I was a "have-not."'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(<em>Together</em>) 'What hast thou given which I gave not?'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>A Servant</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">We were together since the War began<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">He was my servant&mdash;and the better man.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>A Son</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>An Only Son</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have slain none except my Mother, She<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_136" id="Page_136">[136]</a></p>
+<h3>Ex-Clerk</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Pity not! The Army gave<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Freedom to a timid slave:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which Freedom did he find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Strength of body, will, and mind:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">By which strength he came to prove<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mirth, Companionship, and Love:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For which Love to Death he went:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">In which Death he lies content.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Wonder</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Body and Spirit I surrendered whole<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To harsh Instructors&mdash;and received a soul &hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">If mortal man could change me through and through<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">From all I was&mdash;what may The God not do?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_137" id="Page_137">[137]</a></p>
+<h3>Hindu Sepoy in France</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Coward</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could not look on Death, which being known,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Shock</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">My name, my speech, my self I had forgot.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">My wife and children came&mdash;I knew them not.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I died. My Mother followed. At her call<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And on her bosom I remembered all.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_138" id="Page_138">[138]</a></p>
+<h3>A Grave near Cairo</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Gods of the Nile, should this stout fellow here<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Get out&mdash;get out! He knows not shame nor fear.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Pelicans in the Wilderness<br />
+<span class="lc">(A GRAVE NEAR HALFA)</span></h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Where I am laid for whom my children grieve&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">O wings that beat at dawning, ye return<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Out of the desert to your young at eve!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Favour</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Death favoured me from the first, well knowing I could not endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To wait on him day by day. He quitted my betters and came<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whistling over the fields, and, when he had made all sure,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_139" id="Page_139">[139]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">'Thy line is at end,' he said, 'but at least I have saved its name.'<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Beginner</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On the first hour of my first day<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In the front trench I fell.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">(Children in boxes at a play<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Stand up to watch it well.)<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>R. A. F. (Aged Eighteen)</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Laughing through clouds, his milk-teeth still unshed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Cities and men he smote from overhead.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">His deaths delivered, he returned to play<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Childlike, with childish things now put away.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_140" id="Page_140">[140]</a></p>
+<h3>The Refined Man</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I was of delicate mind. I went aside for my needs,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Disdaining the common office. I was seen from afar and killed&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How is this matter for mirth? Let each man be judged by his deeds<br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I willed.</em><br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Native Water-Carrier (M. E. F.)</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Prometheus brought down fire to men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">This brought up water.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The Gods are jealous&mdash;now, as then,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">They gave no quarter.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Bombed in London</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">On land and sea I strove with anxious care<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To escape conscription. It was in the air!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_141" id="Page_141">[141]</a></p>
+<h3>The Sleepy Sentinel</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Faithless the watch that I kept: now I have none to keep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I was slain because I slept: now I am slain I sleep.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let no man reproach me again, whatever watch is unkept&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I sleep because I am slain. They slew me because I slept.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Batteries out of Ammunition</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If any mourn us in the workshop, say<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We died because the shift kept holiday.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Common Form</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If any question why we died,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Tell them, because our fathers lied.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>A Dead Statesman</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I could not dig; I dared not rob:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Therefore I lied to please the mob.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now all my lies are proved untrue,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_142" id="Page_142">[142]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And I must face the men I slew.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">What tale shall save me here among<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Mine angry and defrauded young?<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Rebel</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">If I had clamoured at Thy Gate<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">For gift of Life on Earth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, thrusting through the souls that wait,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Flung headlong into birth&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Even then, even then, for gin and snare<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">About my pathway spread,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before I joined the Dead!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now?&hellip; I was beneath Thy Hand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Ere yet the Planets came.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And now&mdash;though Planets pass, I stand<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">The witness to Thy Shame.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_143" id="Page_143">[143]</a></p>
+<h3>The Obedient</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Daily, though no ears attended,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did my prayers arise<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Daily, though no fire descended<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Did I sacrifice&hellip;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though my darkness did not lift,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Though I faced no lighter odds,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Though the Gods bestowed no gift,<br /></span>
+<span class="i8">None the less,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">None the less, I served the Gods!<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>A Drifter off Tarentum</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">He from the wind-bitten north with ship and companions descended,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Searching for eggs of death spawned by invisible hulls.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Many he found and drew forth. Of a sudden the fishery ended<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In flame and a clamorous breath not new to the eye-pecking gulls.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_144" id="Page_144">[144]</a></p>
+<h3>Destroyers in Collision</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For Fog and Fate no charm is found<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To lighten or amend.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I, hurrying to my bride, was drowned&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Cut down by my best friend.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Convoy Escort</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I was a shepherd to fools<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Causelessly bold or afraid.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They would not abide by my rules.<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Yet they escaped. For I stayed.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Unknown Female Corpse</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Headless, lacking foot and hand,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Horrible I come to land.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">I beseech all women's sons<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Know I was a mother once.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_145" id="Page_145">[145]</a></p>
+<h3>Raped and Revenged</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">One used and butchered me: another spied<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Me broken&mdash;for which thing a hundred died.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So it was learned among the heathen hosts<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">How much a freeborn woman's favour costs.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>Salonikan Grave</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">I have watched a thousand days<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Push out and crawl into night<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Slowly as tortoises<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Now I, too, follow these.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It is fever, and not fight&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Time, not battle&mdash;that slays.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>The Bridegroom</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Call me not false, beloved,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">If, from thy scarce-known breast<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So little time removed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">In other arms I rest.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For this more ancient bride<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_146" id="Page_146">[146]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Whom coldly I embrace<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Was constant at my side<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Before I saw thy face.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Our marriage, often set&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">By miracle delayed&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">At last is consummate,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And cannot be unmade.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Live, then, whom Life shall cure,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Almost, of Memory,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And leave us to endure<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Its immortality.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<h3>V. A. D. (Mediterranean)</h3>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Ah, would swift ships had never been, for then we ne'er had found,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">These harsh &AElig;gean rocks between, this little virgin drowned,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whom neither spouse nor child shall mourn, but men she nursed through pain<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_147" id="Page_147">[147]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And&mdash;certain keels for whose return the heathen look in vain.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_148" id="Page_148">[148]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="THE_CITY_OF_BRASS" id="THE_CITY_OF_BRASS"></a>'THE CITY OF BRASS'</h2>
+
+<p class="center">1909</p>
+
+<blockquote><p style="text-indent:1.5em;">Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over
+for their lost dominion: and in this palace is the last information
+respecting lords collected in the dust.<br />
+ <span class="ralign"><em>The Arabian Nights</em></span></p></blockquote>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>In a land that the sand overlays&mdash;the ways to her gates are untrod&mdash;</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>A multitude ended their days whose fates were made splendid by God,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their fall,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>And of these is a story written: but Allah alone knoweth all!</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_149" id="Page_149">[149]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">To declare: 'We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made them&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure with limitless entries,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_150" id="Page_150">[150]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and marchers,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They disbanded in face of their foemen their bowmen and archers.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They replied to their well-wishers' fears&mdash;to their enemies' laughter,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Saying: 'Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us hereafter.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said: 'Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said: 'Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_151" id="Page_151">[151]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said: 'Who hath toiled? Who hath striven, and gathered possession?<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They said. 'Who is irked by the Law? <em>Though we may not remove it,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!</em>'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_152" id="Page_152">[152]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">When the riotous set them at naught they said: 'Praise the upheaval!<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the show and the word and the thought of Dominion is evil!'<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defiled them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strength which are Faith and Endeavour.<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_153" id="Page_153">[153]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to derision<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had striven,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the heart of a beast in the place of a man's heart was given&hellip;<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<hr class='in' /><br />
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Out of the sea rose a sign&mdash;out of Heaven a terror.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew&mdash;for none troubled to hide it,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">An host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trial,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_154" id="Page_154">[154]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">But the Sword that was forged while they lied did not heed their denial.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The preposterous-minded were cowed&mdash;they thought time would be given.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">It was decreed their own deed, and not chance, should undo them<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The eaters of other men's bread, the exempted from hardship,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no defender,<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_155" id="Page_155">[155]</a></span>
+<span class="i0">And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+
+<hr /><p class='pagenum'><a name="Page_156" id="Page_156">[156]</a></p>
+<h2><a name="JUSTICE" id="JUSTICE"></a>JUSTICE</h2>
+
+<p class="center smcap lc">October 1918</p>
+
+<div class="poem pcenter"><!--[if IE]></div><div class="poem"><![endif]--><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0"><em>Across a world where all men grieve</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And grieving strive the more,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>The great days range like tides and leave</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>Our dead on every shore.</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>Heavy the load we undergo,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>And our own hands prepare,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i0"><em>If we have parley with the foe,</em><br /></span>
+<span class="i2"><em>The load our sons must bear.</em><br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">Before we loose the word<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That bids new worlds to birth,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Needs must we loosen first the sword<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of Justice upon earth;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Or else all else is vain<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_157" id="Page_157">[157]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">Since life on earth began,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And the spent world sinks back again<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Hopeless of God and Man.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">A people and their King<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Through ancient sin grown strong,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Because they feared no reckoning<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Would set no bound to wrong;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">But now their hour is past,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And we who bore it find<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Evil Incarnate held at last<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">To answer to mankind.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">For agony and spoil<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Of nations beat to dust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">For poisoned air and tortured soil<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">And cold, commanded lust,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And every secret woe<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_158" id="Page_158">[158]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">The shuddering waters saw&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Willed and fulfilled by high and low&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Let them relearn the Law.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That when the dooms are read,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Not high nor low shall say:&mdash;<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">'My haughty or my humble head<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Has saved me in this day.'<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">That, till the end of time,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Their remnant shall recall<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Their fathers' old, confederate crime<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Availed them not at all.<br /></span>
+</div><div class="stanza">
+<span class="i0">That neither schools nor priests,<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Nor Kings may build again<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">A people with the heart of beasts<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">Made wise concerning men.<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">Whereby our dead shall sleep<br /></span><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_159" id="Page_159">[159]</a></span>
+<span class="i2">In honour, unbetrayed,<br /></span>
+<span class="i0">And we in faith and honour keep<br /></span>
+<span class="i2">That peace for which they paid.<br /></span>
+</div></div>
+<hr />
+
+<p class="center">Printed by <span class="smcap">T</span> and <span class="smcap">A Constable</span>, Printers to His Majesty at the Edinburgh
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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Years Between, by Rudyard Kipling
+
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+
+
+
+Title: The Years Between
+
+
+Author: Rudyard Kipling
+
+
+
+Release Date: June 8, 2007  [eBook #21777]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ISO-646-US (US-ASCII)
+
+
+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE YEARS BETWEEN***
+
+
+E-text prepared by Thierry Alberto, L. N. Yaddanapudi, and the Project
+Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team (https://www.pgdp.net)
+
+
+
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+THE YEARS BETWEEN
+
+by
+
+RUDYARD KIPLING
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration]
+
+
+
+Methuen and Co. Ltd.
+36 Essex Street W.C.
+London
+First Published in 1919
+
+
+
+
+DEDICATION
+
+TO THE SEVEN WATCHMEN
+
+
+    _Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,
+      Watching what had come upon mankind,
+    Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,
+      And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.
+    'All things on Earth your will shall win you'
+      ('Twas so their counsel ran)
+    'But the Kingdom--the Kingdom is within you,'
+      Said the Man's own mind to the Man.
+        For time, and some time--
+    As it was in the bitter years before,
+      So it shall be in the over-sweetened hour--
+    That a man's mind is wont to tell him more
+      Than Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower._
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+
+                             PAGE
+  BENEFACTORS, THE             96
+  CHOICE, THE                  35
+  'CITY OF BRASS, THE'        148
+  COVENANT, THE                13
+  CRAFTSMAN, THE               91
+  DEAD KING, THE              100
+  DEATH-BED, A                106
+  DECLARATION OF LONDON, THE    6
+  DEDICATION                    v
+  EN-DOR                       55
+  EPITAPHS                    135
+  FEMALE OF THE SPECIES, THE  128
+  'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'    21
+  FRANCE                       15
+  GEHAZI                      109
+  GETHSEMANE                   85
+  HOLY-WAR, THE                38
+  HOUSES, THE                  42
+  HYAENAS, THE                  68
+  JUSTICE                     156
+  IRISH GUARDS, THE            48
+  LORD ROBERTS                 31
+  MARY'S SON                   80
+  MESOPOTAMIA                  65
+  MY BOY JACK                  61
+  NATIVITY, A                  52
+  NATURAL THEOLOGY            121
+  OLDEST SONG, THE            119
+  OUTLAWS, THE                 27
+  PILGRIM'S WAY, A            114
+  PRO-CONSULS, THE             87
+  QUESTION, THE                33
+  RECANTATION, A               58
+  ROWERS, THE                   1
+  RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS      44
+  SONG AT COCK-CROW, A        125
+  SONG IN STORM, A             24
+  SONG OF THE LATHES, THE      81
+  SONS OF MARTHA, THE          75
+  SPIES' MARCH, THE            70
+  THINGS AND THE MAN           93
+  ULSTER                        9
+  VERDICTS, THE                63
+  VETERANS, THE                 5
+  VIRGINITY, THE              112
+  ZION                         29
+
+
+
+
+INDEX TO FIRST LINES
+
+
+                                                                    PAGE
+  _Across a world where all men grieve,_                             156
+  _A._ 'I was a "have"' _B._ 'I was a "have-not,"'                   135
+  After the burial-parties leave,                                     68
+  _Ah! What avails the classic bent,_                                 96
+  _A tinker out of Bedford,_                                          38
+
+  Be well assured that on our side,                                   24
+  Brethren, how shall it fare with me,                                33
+  _Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all,_                  15
+
+  For all we have and are,                                            21
+
+  God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,           44
+
+  'Have you news of my boy Jack?'                                     61
+  He passed in the very battle-smoke,                                 31
+
+  I ate my fill of a whale that died,                                121
+  I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,               114
+  If you stop to find out what your wages will be,                    80
+  _In a land that the sand overlays--the ways to her gates are
+      untrod,_                                                       148
+
+  Not in the thick of the fight,                                      63
+
+  Oh ye who hold the written clue,                                    93
+  Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,                        91
+
+  _Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,_                                 v
+
+  _The Babe was laid in the Manger,_                                  52
+  The banked oars fell an hundred strong,                              1
+  The dark eleventh hour,                                              9
+  The Doorkeepers of Zion,                                            29
+  The fans and the beltings they roar round me,                       81
+  The first time that Peter denied his Lord,                         125
+  The Garden called Gethsemane,                                       85
+  _The overfaithful sword returns the user,_                          87
+  There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders
+      we sally,                                                       70
+  The road to En-dor is easy to tread,                                55
+  These were never your true love's eyes,                            119
+  The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
+      part,                                                           75
+  They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,               65
+  'This is the State above the Law,                                  106
+  To-day, across our fathers' graves,                                  5
+  _To the Judge of Right and Wrong,_                                  35
+  Through learned and laborious years,                                27
+  Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose,                        112
+  'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,                 42
+
+  We're not so old in the Army List,                                  48
+  We thought we ranked above the chance of ill,                       13
+  We were all one heart and one race,                                  6
+  What boots it on the Gods to call?                                  58
+  'Whence comest thou, Gehazi,                                       109
+  When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,         128
+  _Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a
+      land more dear?_                                               100
+
+
+
+
+THE ROWERS
+
+1902
+
+(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval
+demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.)
+
+
+    The banked oars fell an hundred strong,
+      And backed and threshed and ground,
+    But bitter was the rowers' song
+      As they brought the war-boat round.
+
+    They had no heart for the rally and roar
+      That makes the whale-bath smoke--
+    When the great blades cleave and hold and leave
+      As one on the racing stroke.
+
+    They sang:--'What reckoning do you keep,
+      And steer her by what star,
+    If we come unscathed from the Southern deep
+       To be wrecked on a Baltic bar?
+
+    'Last night you swore our voyage was done,
+      But seaward still we go,
+    And you tell us now of a secret vow
+      You have made with an open foe!
+
+    'That we must lie off a lightless coast
+      And haul and back and veer,
+    At the will of the breed that have wronged us most
+      For a year and a year and a year!
+
+    'There was never a shame in Christendie
+      They laid not to our door--
+    And you say we must take the winter sea
+      And sail with them once more?
+
+    'Look South! The gale is scarce o'erpast
+      That stripped and laid us down,
+    When we stood forth but they stood fast
+      And prayed to see us drown
+
+    'Our dead they mocked are scarcely cold,
+      Our wounds are bleeding yet--
+    And you tell us now that our strength is sold
+      To help them press for a debt'
+
+    ''Neath all the flags of all mankind
+      That use upon the seas,
+    Was there no other fleet to find
+      That you strike hands with these?
+
+    'Of evil times that men can choose
+      On evil fate to fall,
+    What brooding Judgment let you loose
+      To pick the worst of all?
+
+    'In sight of peace--from the Narrow Seas
+      O'er half the world to run--
+    With a cheated crew, to league anew
+      With the Goth and the shameless Hun!'
+
+
+
+
+THE VETERANS
+
+[Written for the gathering of survivors of the Indian Mutiny, Albert
+Hall, 1907.]
+
+
+    To-day, across our fathers' graves,
+      The astonished years reveal
+    The remnant of that desperate host
+      Which cleansed our East with steel.
+
+    Hail and farewell! We greet you here,
+      With tears that none will scorn--
+    O Keepers of the House of old,
+      Or ever we were born!
+
+    One service more we dare to ask--
+      Pray for us, heroes, pray,
+    That when Fate lays on us our task
+      We do not shame the Day!
+
+
+
+
+THE DECLARATION OF LONDON
+
+JUNE 29, 1911
+
+('On the re-assembling of Parliament after the Coronation, the
+Government have no intention of allowing their followers to vote
+according to their convictions on the Declaration of London, but
+insist on a strictly party vote'--_Daily Papers_.)
+
+
+    We were all one heart and one race
+      When the Abbey trumpets blew.
+    For a moment's breathing-space
+      We had forgotten you
+    Now you return to your honoured place
+      Panting to shame us anew.
+
+    We have walked with the Ages dead--
+      With our Past alive and ablaze,
+    And you bid us pawn our honour for bread;
+      This day of all the days!
+    And you cannot wait till our guests are sped,
+      Or last week's wreath decays?
+
+    The light is still in our eyes
+      Of Faith and Gentlehood,
+    Of Service and Sacrifice,
+      And it does not match our mood,
+    To turn so soon to your treacheries
+      That starve our land of her food.
+
+    Our ears still carry the sound
+      Of our once Imperial seas,
+    Exultant after our King was crowned,
+      Beneath the sun and the breeze.
+    It is too early to have them bound
+      Or sold at your decrees.
+
+    Wait till the memory goes,
+      Wait till the visions fade,
+    We may betray in time, God knows,
+      But we would not have it said,
+    When you make report to our scornful foes,
+      That we kissed as we betrayed!
+
+
+
+
+ULSTER
+
+1912
+
+('Their webs shall not become garments, neither shall they cover
+themselves with their works; their works are works of iniquity,
+and the act of violence is in their hands.'--_Isaiah lix 6_)
+
+
+    The dark eleventh hour
+    Draws on and sees us sold
+    To every evil power
+    We fought against of old.
+    Rebellion, rapine, hate,
+    Oppression, wrong and greed
+    Are loosed to rule our fate,
+    By England's act and deed.
+
+    The Faith in which we stand,
+    The laws we made and guard,
+    Our honour, lives, and land
+    Are given for reward
+    To Murder done by night,
+    To Treason taught by day,
+    To folly, sloth, and spite,
+    And we are thrust away.
+
+    The blood our fathers spilt,
+    Our love, our toils, our pains,
+    Are counted us for guilt,
+    And only bind our chains.
+    Before an Empire's eyes
+    The traitor claims his price.
+    What need of further lies?
+    We are the sacrifice.
+
+    We asked no more than leave
+    To reap where we had sown,
+    Through good and ill to cleave
+    To our own flag and throne.
+    Now England's shot and steel
+    Beneath that flag must show
+    How loyal hearts should kneel
+    To England's oldest foe.
+
+    We know the war prepared
+    On every peaceful home,
+    We know the hells declared
+    For such as serve not Rome--
+    The terror, threats, and dread
+    In market, hearth, and field--
+    We know, when all is said,
+    We perish if we yield.
+
+    Believe, we dare not boast,
+    Believe, we do not fear--
+    We stand to pay the cost
+    In all that men hold dear.
+    What answer from the North?
+    One Law, one Land, one Throne.
+    If England drive us forth
+    We shall not fall alone.
+
+
+
+
+THE COVENANT
+
+1914
+
+
+    We thought we ranked above the chance of ill.
+      Others might fall, not we, for we were wise--
+    Merchants in freedom. So, of our free-will
+      We let our servants drug our strength with lies.
+    The pleasure and the poison had its way
+      On us as on the meanest, till we learned
+    That he who lies will steal, who steals will slay.
+      Neither God's judgment nor man's heart was turned.
+
+    Yet there remains His Mercy--to be sought
+    Through wrath and peril till we cleanse the wrong
+    By that last right which our forefathers claimed
+    When their Law failed them and its stewards were bought.
+    This is our cause. God help us, and make strong
+    Our wills to meet Him later, unashamed!
+
+
+
+
+FRANCE
+
+1913
+
+
+    _Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all
+    By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;
+    Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,
+    Terrible with strength that draws from her tireless soil;
+    Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,
+    First to follow Truth and last to leave old Truths behind--
+    France, beloved of every soul that loves its fellow-kind!_
+
+    Ere our birth (rememberest thou?) side by side we lay
+    Fretting in the womb of Rome to begin our fray.
+    Ere men knew our tongues apart, our one task was known--
+    Each must mould the other's fate as he wrought his own
+    To this end we stirred mankind till all Earth was ours,
+    Till our world-end strifes begat wayside thrones and powers--
+    Puppets that we made or broke to bar the other's path--
+    Necessary, outpost folk, hirelings of our wrath
+    To this end we stormed the seas, tack for tack, and burst
+    Through the doorways of new worlds, doubtful which was first,
+    Hand on hilt (rememberest thou?) ready for the blow--
+    Sure, whatever else we met, we should meet our foe.
+    Spurred or balked at every stride by the other's strength,
+    So we rode the ages down and every ocean's length!
+
+    Where did you refrain from us or we refrain from you?
+    Ask the wave that has not watched war between us two!
+    Others held us for a while, but with weaker charms,
+    These we quitted at the call for each other's arms.
+    Eager toward the known delight, equally we strove--
+    Each the other's mystery, terror, need, and love
+    To each other's open court with our proofs we came.
+    Where could we find honour else, or men to test our claim?
+    From each other's throat we wrenched--valour's last reward--
+    That extorted word of praise gasped 'twixt lunge and guard.
+    In each other's cup we poured mingled blood and tears,
+    Brutal joys, unmeasured hopes, intolerable fears--
+    All that soiled or salted life for a thousand years.
+    Proved beyond the need of proof, matched in every clime,
+    O companion, we have lived greatly through all time!
+
+    Yoked in knowledge and remorse, now we come to rest,
+    Laughing at old villainies that Time has turned to jest,
+    Pardoning old necessities no pardon can efface--
+    That undying sin we shared in Rouen marketplace.
+    Now we watch the new years shape, wondering if they hold
+    Fiercer lightnings in their heart than we launched of old.
+    Now we hear new voices rise, question, boast or gird,
+    As we raged (rememberest thou?) when our crowds were stirred,
+    Now we count new keels afloat, and new hosts on land,
+    Massed like ours (rememberest thou?) when our strokes were planned.
+    We were schooled for dear life's sake, to know each other's blade
+    What can blood and iron make more than we have made?
+    We have learned by keenest use to know each other's mind.
+    What shall blood and iron loose that we cannot bind?
+    We who swept each other's coast, sacked each other's home,
+    Since the sword of Brennus clashed on the scales at Rome,
+    Listen, count and close again, wheeling girth to girth,
+    In the linked and steadfast guard set for peace on earth!
+
+    Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all
+    By the light sane joy of life, the buckler of the Gaul;
+    Furious in luxury, merciless in toil,
+    Terrible with strength renewed from a tireless soil;
+    Strictest judge of her own worth, gentlest of man's mind,
+    First to face the Truth and last to leave old Truths behind--
+    France, beloved of every soul that loves or serves its kind!
+
+
+
+
+'FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE'
+
+1914.
+
+
+    For all we have and are,
+    For all our children's fate,
+    Stand up and take the war,
+    The Hun is at the gate!
+    Our world has passed away,
+    In wantonness o'erthrown.
+    There is nothing left to-day
+    But steel and fire and stone!
+        Though all we knew depart,
+        The old Commandments stand:--
+        'In courage keep your heart,
+        In strength lift up your hand.'
+
+    Once more we hear the word
+    That sickened earth of old:--
+    'No law except the Sword
+    Unsheathed and uncontrolled.'
+    Once more it knits mankind,
+    Once more the nations go
+    To meet and break and bind
+    A crazed and driven foe.
+
+    Comfort, content, delight,
+    The ages' slow-bought gain,
+    They shrivelled in a night.
+    Only ourselves remain
+    To face the naked days
+    In silent fortitude,
+    Through perils and dismays
+    Renewed and re-renewed.
+        Though all we made depart,
+        The old Commandments stand;--
+        'In patience keep your heart,
+        In strength lift up your hand.'
+
+    No easy hope or lies
+    Shall bring us to our goal,
+    But iron sacrifice
+    Of body, will, and soul.
+    There is but one task for all--
+    One life for each to give
+    Who stands if Freedom fall?
+    Who dies if England live?
+
+
+
+
+A SONG IN STORM
+
+
+    Be well assured that on our side
+      The abiding oceans fight,
+    Though headlong wind and heaping tide
+      Make us their sport to-night.
+    By force of weather not of war
+      In jeopardy we steer,
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it shall appear,
+        How in all time of our distress,
+        And our deliverance too,
+        The game is more than the player of the game,
+        And the ship is more than the crew.
+
+    Out of the mist into the mirk
+      The glimmering combers roll.
+    Almost these mindless waters work
+      As though they had a soul--
+    Almost as though they leagued to whelm
+      Our flag beneath their green
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it shall be seen, etc.
+
+    Be well assured, though wave and wind
+      Have weightier blows in store,
+    That we who keep the watch assigned
+      Must stand to it the more;
+    And as our streaming bows rebuke
+      Each billow's baulked career,
+    Sing, welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it is made clear, etc.
+
+    No matter though our deck be swept
+      And masts and timber crack--
+    We can make good all loss except
+      The loss of turning back.
+    So, 'twixt these Devils and our deep
+      Let courteous trumpets sound,
+    To welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it will be found, etc.
+
+    Be well assured, though in our power
+      Is nothing left to give
+    But chance and place to meet the hour,
+      And leave to strive to live,
+    Till these dissolve our Order holds,
+      Our Service binds us here.
+    Then welcome Fate's discourtesy
+      Whereby it is made clear,
+        How in all time of our distress,
+        And in our triumph too,
+        The game is more than the player of the game,
+        And the ship is more than the crew!
+
+
+
+
+THE OUTLAWS
+
+1914
+
+
+    Through learned and laborious years
+      They set themselves to find
+    Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears
+      To heap upon mankind.
+
+    All that they drew from Heaven above
+      Or digged from earth beneath,
+    They laid into their treasure-trove
+      And arsenals of death:
+
+    While, for well-weighed advantage sake,
+      Ruler and ruled alike
+    Built up the faith they meant to break
+      When the fit hour should strike.
+
+    They traded with the careless earth,
+      And good return it gave;
+    They plotted by their neighbour's hearth
+      The means to make him slave.
+
+    When all was ready to their hand
+      They loosed their hidden sword,
+    And utterly laid waste a land
+      Their oath was pledged to guard.
+
+    Coldly they went about to raise
+      To life and make more dread
+    Abominations of old days,
+      That men believed were dead.
+
+    They paid the price to reach their goal
+      Across a world in flame;
+    But their own hate slew their own soul
+      Before that victory came.
+
+
+
+
+ZION
+
+
+    The Doorkeepers of Zion,
+      They do not always stand
+    In helmet and whole armour,
+      With halberds in their hand,
+    But, being sure of Zion,
+      And all her mysteries,
+    They rest awhile in Zion,
+    Sit down and smile in Zion;
+    Ay, even jest in Zion;
+      In Zion, at their ease.
+
+    The Gatekeepers of Baal,
+      They dare not sit or lean,
+    But fume and fret and posture
+      And foam and curse between;
+    For being bound to Baal,
+      Whose sacrifice is vain.
+    Their rest is scant with Baal,
+    They glare and pant for Baal,
+    They mouth and rant for Baal,
+      For Baal in their pain!
+
+    But we will go to Zion,
+      By choice and not through dread,
+    With these our present comrades
+      And those our present dead;
+    And, being free of Zion
+      In both her fellowships,
+    Sit down and sup in Zion--
+    Stand up and drink in Zion
+    Whatever cup in Zion
+      Is offered to our lips!
+
+
+
+
+LORD ROBERTS
+
+1914
+
+
+    He passed in the very battle-smoke
+      Of the war that he had descried.
+    Three hundred mile of cannon spoke
+      When the Master-Gunner died.
+
+    He passed to the very sound of the guns;
+      But, before his eye grew dim,
+    He had seen the faces of the sons
+      Whose sires had served with him.
+
+    He had touched their sword-hilts and greeted each
+      With the old sure word of praise;
+    And there was virtue in touch and speech
+      As it had been in old days.
+
+    So he dismissed them and took his rest,
+      And the steadfast spirit went forth
+    Between the adoring East and West
+      And the tireless guns of the North.
+
+    Clean, simple, valiant, well-beloved,
+      Flawless in faith and fame,
+    Whom neither ease nor honours moved
+      An hair's-breadth from his aim.
+
+    Never again the war-wise face,
+      The weighed and urgent word
+    That pleaded in the market-place--
+      Pleaded and was not heard!
+
+    Yet from his life a new life springs
+      Through all the hosts to come,
+    And Glory is the least of things
+      That follow this man home.
+
+
+
+
+THE QUESTION
+
+1916
+
+
+    Brethren, how shall it fare with me
+      When the war is laid aside,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      For whom a world has died?
+
+    If it be proven that all my good,
+      And the greater good I will make,
+    Were purchased me by a multitude
+      Who suffered for my sake?
+
+    That I was delivered by mere mankind
+      Vowed to one sacrifice,
+    And not, as I hold them, battle-blind,
+      But dying with open eyes?
+
+    That they did not ask me to draw the sword
+      When they stood to endure their lot--
+    That they only looked to me for a word,
+      And I answered I knew them not?
+
+    If it be found, when the battle clears,
+      Their death has set me free,
+    Then how shall I live with myself through the years
+      Which they have bought for me?
+
+    Brethren, how must it fare with me,
+      Or how am I justified,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      For whom mankind has died,
+    If it be proven that I am he
+      Who being questioned denied?
+
+
+
+
+THE CHOICE
+
+1917
+
+(THE AMERICAN SPIRIT SPEAKS)
+
+
+      _To the Judge of Right and Wrong
+        With Whom fulfilment lies
+      Our purpose and our power belong,
+        Our faith and sacrifice._
+
+    Let Freedom's Land rejoice!
+      Our ancient bonds are riven;
+    Once more to us the eternal choice
+      Of Good or Ill is given.
+
+    Not at a little cost,
+      Hardly by prayer or tears,
+    Shall we recover the road we lost
+      In the drugged and doubting years.
+
+    But, after the fires and the wrath,
+      But, after searching and pain,
+    His Mercy opens us a path
+      To live with ourselves again.
+
+    In the Gates of Death rejoice!
+      We see and hold the good--
+    Bear witness, Earth, we have made our choice
+      With Freedom's brotherhood!
+
+    Then praise the Lord Most High
+      Whose Strength hath saved us whole,
+    Who bade us choose that the Flesh should die
+      And not the living Soul!
+
+      _To the God in Man displayed--
+        Where e'er we see that Birth,
+      Be love and understanding paid
+        As never yet on earth!_
+
+      _To the Spirit that moves in Man,
+        On Whom all worlds depend,
+      Be Glory since our world began
+        And service to the end!_
+
+
+
+
+THE HOLY WAR
+
+1917
+
+('For here lay the excellent wisdom of him that built Mansoul that the
+walls could never be broken down nor hurt by the most mighty adverse
+potentate unless the townsmen gave consent thereto'--BUNYAN'S _Holy
+War_)
+
+
+    _A tinker out of Bedford,
+      A vagrant oft in quod,
+    A private under Fairfax,
+      A minister of God--
+    Two hundred years and thirty
+      Ere Armageddon came
+    His single hand portrayed it,
+      And Bunyan was his name!_
+
+    He mapped, for those who follow,
+      The world in which we are--
+    'This famous town of Mansoul'
+      That takes the Holy War
+    Her true and traitor people,
+      The gates along her wall,
+    From Eye Gate unto Feel Gate,
+      John Bunyan showed them all.
+
+    All enemy divisions,
+      Recruits of every class,
+    And highly-screened positions
+      For flame or poison-gas,
+    The craft that we call modern,
+      The crimes that we call new,
+    John Bunyan had 'em typed and filed
+      In Sixteen Eighty-two
+
+    Likewise the Lords of Looseness
+      That hamper faith and works,
+    The Perseverance-Doubters,
+      And Present-Comfort shirks,
+    With brittle intellectuals
+      Who crack beneath a strain--
+    John Bunyan met that helpful set
+      In Charles the Second's reign.
+
+    Emmanuel's vanguard dying
+      For right and not for rights,
+    My Lord Apollyon lying
+      To the State-kept Stockholmites,
+    The Pope, the swithering Neutrals,
+      The Kaiser and his Gott--
+    Their roles, their goals, their naked souls--
+      He knew and drew the lot.
+
+    Now he hath left his quarters,
+      In Bunhill Fields to lie.
+    The wisdom that he taught us
+      Is proven prophecy--
+    One watchword through our armies,
+      One answer from our lands--
+    'No dealings with Diabolus
+      As long as Mansoul stands.
+
+    _A pedlar from a hovel,
+      The lowest of the low,
+    The father of the Novel,
+      Salvation's first Defoe,
+    Eight blinded generations
+      Ere Armageddon came,
+    He showed us how to meet it,
+      And Bunyan was his name!_
+
+
+
+
+THE HOUSES
+
+(A SONG OF THE DOMINIONS)
+
+1898
+
+
+    'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
+    In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
+    By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
+    On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
+
+    For my house and thy house no help shall we find
+    Save thy house and my house--kin cleaving to kind:
+    If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon,
+    If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
+
+    'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
+    Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
+    Since my house to thy house no greater can send
+    Than thy house to my house--friend comforting friend;
+    And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
+    Than my house to thy house--King counselling King.
+
+
+
+
+RUSSIA TO THE PACIFISTS
+
+
+    God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, let nothing you dismay,
+    But--leave your sports a little while--the dead are borne this way!
+    Armies dead and Cities dead, past all count or care.
+    God rest you, merry gentlemen, what portent see you there?
+        Singing.--Break ground for a wearied host
+            That have no ground to keep.
+            Give them the rest that they covet most,
+            And who shall next to sleep, good sirs,
+            In such a trench to sleep?
+
+    God rest you, peaceful gentlemen, but give us leave to pass.
+    We go to dig a nation's grave as great as England was.
+    For this Kingdom and this Glory and this Power and this Pride
+    Three hundred years it flourished--in three hundred days it died.
+        Singing--Pour oil for a frozen throng,
+            That lie about the ways.
+            Give them the warmth they have lacked so long
+            And what shall be next to blaze, good sirs,
+            On such a pyre to blaze?
+
+    God rest you, thoughtful gentlemen, and send your sleep is light!
+    Remains of this dominion no shadow, sound, or sight,
+    Except the sound of weeping and the sight of burning fire,
+    And the shadow of a people that is trampled into mire.
+        Singing.--Break bread for a starving folk
+            That perish in the field.
+            Give them their food as they take the yoke ...
+            And who shall be next to yield, good sirs,
+            For such a bribe to yield?
+
+    God rest you, merry gentlemen, and keep you in your mirth!
+    Was ever kingdom turned so soon to ashes, blood, and earth?
+    'Twixt the summer and the snow--seeding-time and frost--
+    Arms and victual, hope and counsel, name and country lost!
+        Singing:--_Let down by the foot and the head--
+            Shovel and smooth it all!
+            So do we bury a Nation dead ..._
+            And who shall be next to fall, good sirs,
+            With your good help to fall?
+
+
+
+
+THE IRISH GUARDS
+
+1918
+
+
+    We're not so old in the Army List,
+      But we're not so young at our trade,
+    For we had the honour at Fontenoy
+      Of meeting the Guards' Brigade.
+    'Twas Lally, Dillon, Bulkeley, Clare,
+      And Lee that led us then,
+    And after a hundred and seventy years
+      We're fighting for France again!
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's bound to be fighting,
+          And when there's no fighting, it's Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    The fashion's all for khaki now,
+      But once through France we went
+    Full-dressed in scarlet Army cloth,
+      The English--left at Ghent
+    They're fighting on our side to-day.
+      But, before they changed their clothes,
+    The half of Europe knew our fame,
+      As all of Ireland knows!
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are flying,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's memory undying,
+          And when we forget, it is Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    From Barry Wood to Gouzeaucourt,
+      From Boyne to Pilkem Ridge,
+    The ancient days come back no more
+      Than water under the bridge
+    But the bridge it stands and the water runs
+      As red as yesterday,
+    And the Irish move to the sound of the guns
+      Like salmon to the sea.
+        _Old Days! The wild geese are ranging,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish their hearts are unchanging,
+          And when they are changed, it is Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+    We're not so old in the Army List,
+      But we're not so new in the ring,
+    For we carried our packs with Marshal Saxe
+      When Louis was our King.
+    But Douglas Haig's our Marshal now
+      And we're King George's men,
+    And after one hundred and seventy years
+      We're fighting for France again!
+        _Ah, France! And did we stand by you,
+          When life was made splendid with gifts and rewards?
+        Ah, France! And will we deny you
+          In the hour of your agony, Mother of Swords?
+        Old Days! The wild geese are flighting,
+          Head to the storm as they faced it before!
+        For where there are Irish there's loving and fighting,
+        And when we stop either, it's Ireland no more!
+                                        Ireland no more!_
+
+
+
+
+A NATIVITY
+
+1916
+
+
+    _The Babe was laid in the Manger
+      Between the gentle kine--
+    All safe from cold and danger--_
+      'But it was not so with mine.
+                  (With mine! With mine!)
+    'Is it well with the child, is it well?'
+      The waiting mother prayed.
+    'For I know not how he fell,
+      And I know not where he is laid.'
+
+    _A Star stood forth in Heaven,
+      The watchers ran to see
+    The Sign of the Promise given--_
+      'But there comes no sign to me.
+                          (To me! To me!)
+    '_My_ child died in the dark.
+      Is it well with the child, is it well?
+    There was none to tend him or mark,
+      And I know not how he fell.'
+
+    _The Cross was raised on high;
+      The Mother grieved beside--_
+    'But the Mother saw Him die
+      And took Him when He died.
+                    (He died! He died!)
+    'Seemly and undefiled
+      His burial-place was made--
+    Is it well, is it well with the child?
+      For I know not where he is laid.'
+
+    _On the dawning of Easter Day
+      Comes Mary Magdalene;
+    But the Stone was rolled away,
+      And the Body was not within--_
+                          (Within! Within!)
+    'Ah, who will answer my word?'
+      The broken mother prayed.
+    'They have taken away my Lord,
+      And I know not where He is laid.'
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    _The Star stands forth in Heaven.
+      The watchers watch in vain
+    For a Sign of the Promise given
+      Of peace on Earth again--_
+                            (Again! Again!)
+    'But I know for Whom he fell'--
+      The steadfast mother smiled
+    'Is it well with the child--is it well?
+      It is well--it is well with the child!'
+
+
+
+
+EN-DOR
+
+'Behold there is a woman that hath a familiar spirit at En-dor'
+
+1 _Samuel_ XXVIII 7
+
+
+    The road to En-dor is easy to tread
+      For Mother or yearning Wife.
+    There, it is sure, we shall meet our Dead
+      As they were even in life.
+    Earth has not dreamed of the blessing in store
+    For desolate hearts on the road to En-dor.
+
+    Whispers shall comfort us out of the dark--
+      Hands--ah God!--that we knew!
+    Visions and voices--look and heark!--
+      Shall prove that our tale is true,
+    And that those who have passed to the further shore
+    May be hailed--at a price--on the road to En-dor.
+
+    But they are so deep in their new eclipse
+      Nothing they say can reach,
+    Unless it be uttered by alien lips
+      And framed in a stranger's speech.
+    The son must send word to the mother that bore,
+    Through an hireling's mouth. 'Tis the rule of En-dor.
+
+    And not for nothing these gifts are shown
+      By such as delight our dead.
+    They must twitch and stiffen and slaver a groan
+      Ere the eyes are set in the head,
+    And the voice from the belly begins. Therefore
+    We pay them a wage where they ply at En-dor.
+
+    Even so, we have need of faith
+      And patience to follow the clue.
+    Often, at first, what the dear one saith
+      Is babble, or jest, or untrue.
+    (Lying spirits perplex us sore
+    Till our loves--and our lives--are well known at En-dor)....
+
+    _Oh the road to En-dor is the oldest road
+      And the craziest road of all!
+    Straight it runs to the Witch's abode,
+      As it did in the days of Saul,
+    And nothing has changed of the sorrow in store
+    For such as go down on the road to En-dor!_
+
+
+
+
+A RECANTATION
+
+(TO LYDE OF THE MUSIC HALLS)
+
+
+    What boots it on the Gods to call?
+      Since, answered or unheard,
+    We perish with the Gods and all
+      Things made--except the Word.
+
+    Ere certain Fate had touched a heart
+      By fifty years made cold,
+    I judged thee, Lyde, and thy art
+      O'erblown and over-bold.
+
+    But he--but he, of whom bereft
+      I suffer vacant days--
+    He on his shield not meanly left--
+      He cherished all thy lays.
+
+    Witness the magic coffer stocked
+      With convoluted runes
+    Wherein thy very voice was locked
+      And linked to circling tunes.
+
+    Witness thy portrait, smoke-defiled,
+      That decked his shelter-place.
+    Life seemed more present, wrote the child,
+      Beneath thy well-known face.
+
+    And when the grudging days restored
+      Him for a breath to home,
+    He, with fresh crowds of youth, adored
+      Thee making mirth in Rome.
+
+    Therefore, I, humble, join the hosts,
+      Loyal and loud, who bow
+    To thee as Queen of Songs--and ghosts--
+      For I remember how
+    Never more rampant rose the Hall
+      At thy audacious line
+    Than when the news came in from Gaul
+      Thy son had--followed mine.
+
+    But thou didst hide it in thy breast
+      And, capering, took the brunt
+    Of blaze and blare, and launched the jest
+      That swept next week the front.
+
+    Singer to children! Ours possessed
+      Sleep before noon--but thee,
+    Wakeful each midnight for the rest,
+      No holocaust shall free.
+
+    Yet they who use the Word assigned,
+      To hearten and make whole,
+    Not less than Gods have served mankind,
+      Though vultures rend their soul.
+
+
+
+
+MY BOY JACK
+
+
+    'Have you news of my boy Jack?'
+      _Not this tide._
+    'When d'you think that he'll come back?'
+      _Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
+
+    'Has any one else had word of him?'
+      _Not this tide.
+    For what is sunk will hardly swim,
+      Not with this wind blowing, and this tide._
+
+    'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?'
+      _None this tide,
+      Nor any tide,
+    Except he did not shame his kind--
+      Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide._
+
+    _Then hold your head up all the more,
+      This tide,
+      And every tide;
+    Because he was the son you bore,
+      And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!_
+
+
+
+
+THE VERDICTS
+
+(JUTLAND)
+
+
+    Not in the thick of the fight,
+      Not in the press of the odds,
+    Do the heroes come to their height,
+      Or we know the demi-gods.
+
+    That stands over till peace.
+      We can only perceive
+    Men returned from the seas,
+      Very grateful for leave.
+
+    They grant us sudden days
+      Snatched from their business of war;
+    But we are too close to appraise
+      What manner of men they are.
+
+    And, whether their names go down
+      With age-kept victories,
+    Or whether they battle and drown
+      Unreckoned, is hid from our eyes.
+
+    They are too near to be great,
+      But our children shall understand
+    When and how our fate
+      Was changed, and by whose hand.
+
+    Our children shall measure their worth.
+      We are content to be blind
+    But we know that we walk on a new-born earth
+      With the saviours of mankind.
+
+
+
+
+MESOPOTAMIA
+
+1917
+
+
+    They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young,
+      The eager and whole-hearted whom we gave:
+    But the men who left them thriftily to die in their own dung,
+      Shall they come with years and honour to the grave?
+
+    They shall not return to us, the strong men coldly slain
+      In sight of help denied from day to day:
+    But the men who edged their agonies and chid them in their pain,
+      Are they too strong and wise to put away?
+
+    Our dead shall not return to us while Day and Night divide--
+      Never while the bars of sunset hold:
+    But the idle-minded overlings who quibbled while they died,
+      Shall they thrust for high employments as of old?
+
+    Shall we only threaten and be angry for an hour?
+      When the storm is ended shall we find
+    How softly but how swiftly they have sidled back to power
+      By the favour and contrivance of their kind?
+
+    Even while they soothe us, while they promise large amends,
+      Even while they make a show of fear,
+    Do they call upon their debtors, and take council with their friends,
+      To confirm and re-establish each career?
+
+    Their lives cannot repay us--their death could not undo--
+      The shame that they have laid upon our race:
+    But the slothfulness that wasted and the arrogance that slew,
+      Shall we leave it unabated in its place?
+
+
+
+
+THE HYAENAS
+
+
+    After the burial-parties leave
+      And the baffled kites have fled,
+    The wise hyaenas come out at eve
+      To take account of our dead.
+
+    How he died and why he died
+      Troubles them not a whit.
+    They snout the bushes and stones aside
+      And dig till they come to it.
+
+    They are only resolute they shall eat
+      That they and their mates may thrive,
+    And they know that the dead are safer meat
+      Than the weakest thing alive.
+
+    (For a goat may butt, and a worm may sting,
+      And a child will sometimes stand;
+    But a poor dead soldier of the King
+      Can never lift a hand.)
+
+    They whoop and halloo and scatter the dirt
+      Until their tushes white
+    Take good hold in the army shirt,
+      And tug the corpse to light,
+
+    And the pitiful face is shewn again
+      For an instant ere they close;
+    But it is not discovered to living men--
+      Only to God and to those
+
+    Who, being soulless, are free from shame,
+      Whatever meat they may find.
+    Nor do they defile the dead man's name--
+      That is reserved for his kind.
+
+
+
+
+THE SPIES' MARCH
+
+(BEFORE THE WAR)
+
+('The outbreak is in full swing and our death-rate would sicken
+Napoleon.... Dr M---- died last week, and C---- on Monday, but some more
+medicines are coming.... We don't seem to be able to check it at all....
+Villages panicking badly.... In some places not a living soul.... But at
+any rate the experience gained may come in useful, so I am keeping my
+notes written up to date in case of accidents.... Death is a queer chap
+to live with for steady company.' _Extracted from a private letter from
+Manchuria._)
+
+
+    There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders
+          we sally,
+      Each man reporting for duty alone, out of sight, out of reach, of
+          his fellow.
+    There are no bugles to call the battalions, and yet without bugles
+          we rally,
+      From the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, to follow
+          the Standard of Yellow!
+            _Fall in! O fall in! O fall in!_
+
+        Not where the squadrons mass,
+          Not where the bayonets shine,
+        Not where the big shell shout as they pass
+          Over the firing-line;
+        Not where the wounded are,
+          Not where the nations die,
+        Killed in the cleanly game of war--
+          That is no place for a spy!
+        O Princes, Thrones and Powers, your work is less than ours--
+          Here is no place for a spy!
+
+        Trained to another use,
+          We march with colours furled,
+        Only concerned when Death breaks loose
+          On a front of half a world.
+        Only for General Death
+          The Yellow Flag may fly,
+        While we take post beneath--
+          That is the place for a spy.
+        Where Plague has spread his pinions over Nations and Dominions--
+          Then will be work for a spy!
+
+        The dropping shots begin,
+          The single funerals pass,
+        Our skirmishers run in,
+          The corpses dot the grass!
+        The howling towns stampede,
+          The tainted hamlets die.
+        Now it is war indeed--
+          Now there is room for a spy!
+        O Peoples, Kings and Lands, we are waiting your commands--
+          What is the work for a spy?
+              (DRUMS)--_'Fear is upon us, spy!_
+
+        'Go where his pickets hide--
+          Unmask the shapes they take,
+        Whether a gnat from the waterside,
+          Or stinging fly in the brake,
+        Or filth of the crowded street,
+          Or a sick rat limping by,
+        Or a smear of spittle dried in the heat--
+          That is the work of a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Death is upon us, spy!_
+
+
+        'What does he next prepare?
+          Whence will he move to attack?--
+        By water, earth or air?--
+          How can we head him back?
+        Shall we starve him out if we burn
+          Or bury his food-supply?
+        Slip through his lines and learn--
+          That is work for a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Get to your business, spy!_
+
+        'Does he feint or strike in force?
+          Will he charge or ambuscade?
+        What is it checks his course?
+          Is he beaten or only delayed?
+        How long will the lull endure?
+          Is he retreating? Why?
+        Crawl to his camp and make sure--
+          That is the work for a spy!
+              (DRUMS)--_Fetch us our answer, spy!_
+
+        'Ride with him girth to girth
+          Wherever the Pale Horse wheels,
+        Wait on his councils, ear to earth,
+          And say what the dust reveals.
+        For the smoke of our torment rolls
+          Where the burning thousands lie;
+        What do we care for men's bodies or souls?
+          Bring us deliverance, spy!'
+
+
+
+
+THE SONS OF MARTHA
+
+
+    The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good
+        part,
+    But the Sons of Martha favour their Mother of the careful soul and
+        the troubled heart.
+    And because she lost her temper once, and because she was rude to
+        the Lord her Guest,
+    Her Sons must wait upon Mary's Sons, world without end, reprieve,
+        or rest.
+
+    It is their care in all the ages to take the buffet and cushion the
+        shock.
+    It is their care that the gear engages; it is their care that the
+        switches lock.
+    It is their care that the wheels run truly; it is their care to
+        embark and entrain,
+    Tally, transport, and deliver duly the Sons of Mary by land and
+        main.
+
+    They say to mountains 'Be ye removed.' They say to the lesser floods
+        'Be dry.'
+    Under their rods are the rocks reproved--they are not afraid of that
+        which is high.
+    Then do the hill-tops shake to the summit--then is the bed of the
+        deep laid bare,
+    That the Sons of Mary may overcome it, pleasantly sleeping and
+        unaware.
+
+    They finger death at their gloves' end where they piece and repiece
+        the living wires.
+    He rears against the gates they rend: they feed him hungry behind
+        their fires.
+    Early at dawn, ere men see clear, they stumble into his terrible
+        stall,
+    And hale him forth like a haltered steer, and goad and turn him till
+        evenfall.
+
+    To these from birth is Belief forbidden; from these till death is
+        Relief afar.
+    They are concerned with matters hidden--under the earth-line their
+        altars are.
+    The secret fountains to follow up, waters withdrawn to restore to
+        the mouth,
+    And gather the floods as in a cup, and pour them again at a city's
+        drouth.
+
+    They do not preach that their God will rouse them a little before
+        the nuts work loose.
+    They do not teach that His Pity allows them to leave their work when
+        they damn-well choose.
+    As in the thronged and the lighted ways, so in the dark and the
+        desert they stand,
+    Wary and watchful all their days that their brethren's days may be
+        long in the land.
+
+    Raise ye the stone or cleave the wood to make a path more fair or
+        flat,
+    Lo, it is black already with blood some Son of Martha spilled for
+        that!
+    Not as a ladder from earth to Heaven, not as a witness to any creed,
+    But simple service simply given to his own kind in their common
+        need.
+
+    And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed--they know the angels are
+        on their side.
+    They know in them is the Grace confessed, and for them are the
+        Mercies multiplied.
+    They sit at the Feet--they hear the Word--they see how truly the
+        Promise runs:
+    They have cast their burden upon the Lord, and--the Lord He lays it
+        on Martha's Sons!
+
+
+
+
+MARY'S SON
+
+
+    If you stop to find out what your wages will be
+      And how they will clothe and feed you,
+    Willie, my son, don't you go on the Sea,
+      For the Sea will never need you.
+
+    If you ask for the reason of every command,
+      And argue with people about you,
+    Willie, my son, don't you go on the Land,
+      For the Land will do better without you.
+
+    If you stop to consider the work you have done
+      And to boast what your labour is worth, dear,
+    Angels may come for you, Willie, my son,
+      But you'll never be wanted on Earth, dear!
+
+
+
+
+THE SONG OF THE LATHES
+
+1918
+
+(Being the words of the tune hummed at her lathe by Mrs. L. Embsay,
+widow.)
+
+
+    The fans and the beltings they roar round me.
+    The power is shaking the floor round me
+    Till the lathes pick up their duty and the midnight-shift takes
+        over.
+              It is good for me to be here!
+
+    _Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
+    (I had a man that worked 'em once!)
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+              Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!_
+
+    The cranes and the carriers they boom over me,
+    The bays and the galleries they loom over me,
+    With their quarter-mile of pillars growing little in the distance:
+              It is good for me to be here!
+
+    The Zeppelins and Gothas they raid over us.
+    Our lights give warning, and fade over us.
+    (Seven thousand women keeping quiet in the darkness!)
+              Oh, it is good for me to be here!
+
+    The roofs and the buildings they grow round me,
+    Eating up the fields I used to know round me;
+    And the shed that I began in is a sub-inspector's office--
+              So long have I been here!
+
+    I've seen six hundred mornings make our lamps grow dim,
+    Through the bit that isn't painted round our skylight rim,
+    And the sunshine in the window slope according to the seasons,
+              Twice since I've been here.
+
+    The trains on the sidings they call to us
+    With the hundred thousand blanks that they haul to us;
+    And we send 'em what we've finished, and they take it where it's
+        wanted,
+              For that is why we are here!
+
+    Man's hate passes as his love will pass.
+    God made woman what she always was.
+    Them that bear the burden they will never grant forgiveness
+              So long as they are here!
+
+    Once I was a woman, but that's by with me.
+    All I loved and looked for, it must die with me.
+    But the Lord has left me over for a servant of the Judgment,
+              And I serve His Judgments here!
+
+    _Guns in Flanders--Flanders guns!
+    (I had a son that worked 'em once!)
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+    Shells for guns in Flanders, Flanders!
+              Shells for guns in Flanders! Feed the guns!_
+
+
+
+
+GETHSEMANE
+
+
+    The Garden called Gethsemane
+      In Picardy it was,
+    And there the people came to see
+      The English soldiers pass.
+    We used to pass--we used to pass
+      Or halt, as it might be,
+    And ship our masks in case of gas
+      Beyond Gethsemane.
+
+    The Garden called Gethsemane,
+      It held a pretty lass,
+    But all the time she talked to me
+      I prayed my cup might pass.
+    The officer sat on the chair,
+      The men lay on the grass,
+    And all the time we halted there
+      I prayed my cup might pass--
+
+    It didn't pass--it didn't pass--
+      It didn't pass from me.
+    I drank it when we met the gas
+      Beyond Gethsemane.
+
+
+
+
+THE PRO-CONSULS
+
+
+    _The overfaithful sword returns the user
+    His heart's desire at price of his heart's blood.
+    The clamour of the arrogant accuser
+    Wastes that one hour we needed to make good.
+    This was foretold of old at our outgoing;
+    This we accepted who have squandered, knowing,
+    The strength and glory of our reputations,
+    At the day's need, as it were dross, to guard
+    The tender and new-dedicate foundations
+    Against the sea we fear--not man's award._
+
+        They that dig foundations deep,
+          Fit for realms to rise upon,
+        Little honour do they reap
+          Of their generation,
+        Any more than mountains gain
+        Stature till we reach the plain.
+
+        With no veil before their face
+          Such as shroud or sceptre lend--
+        Daily in the market-place,
+          Of one height to foe and friend--
+        They must cheapen self to find
+        Ends uncheapened for mankind.
+
+        Through the night when hirelings rest,
+          Sleepless they arise, alone,
+        The unsleeping arch to test
+          And the o'er-trusted corner-stone,
+        'Gainst the need, they know, that lies
+        Hid behind the centuries.
+
+        Not by lust of praise or show,
+          Not by Peace herself betrayed--
+        Peace herself must they forego
+          Till that peace be fitly made;
+        And in single strength uphold
+        Wearier hands and hearts acold.
+
+        On the stage their act hath framed
+          For thy sports, O Liberty!
+        Doubted are they, and defamed
+          By the tongues their act set free,
+        While they quicken, tend and raise
+        Power that must their power displace.
+
+        Lesser men feign greater goals,
+          Failing whereof they may sit
+        Scholarly to judge the souls
+          That go down into the pit,
+        And, despite its certain clay,
+        Heave a new world towards the day.
+
+        These at labour make no sign,
+          More than planets, tides or years
+        Which discover God's design,
+          Not our hopes and not our fears;
+        Nor in aught they gain or lose
+        Seek a triumph or excuse.
+
+    _For, so the Ark be borne to Zion, who
+    Heeds how they perished or were paid that bore it?
+    For, so the Shrine abide, what shame--what pride--
+    If we, the priests, were bound or crowned before it?_
+
+
+
+
+THE CRAFTSMAN
+
+
+    Once, after long-drawn revel at The Mermaid,
+    He to the overbearing Boanerges
+    Jonson, uttered (If half of it were liquor,
+                      Blessed be the vintage!)
+
+    Saying how, at an alehouse under Cotswold,
+    He had made sure of his very Cleopatra,
+    Drunk with enormous, salvation-contemning
+                      Love for a tinker.
+
+    How, while he hid from Sir Thomas's keepers,
+    Crouched in a ditch and drenched by the midnight
+    Dews, he had listened to gipsy Juliet
+                      Rail at the dawning.
+
+    How at Bankside, a boy drowning kittens
+    Winced at the business; whereupon his sister
+    (Lady Macbeth aged seven) thrust 'em under,
+                      Sombrely scornful.
+
+    How on a Sabbath, hushed and compassionate--
+    She being known since her birth to the townsfolk--
+    Stratford dredged and delivered from Avon
+                      Dripping Ophelia.
+
+    So, with a thin third finger marrying
+    Drop to wine-drop domed on the table,
+    Shakespeare opened his heart till sunrise
+                      Entered to hear him.
+
+    London wakened and he, imperturbable,
+    Passed from waking to hurry after shadows ...
+    Busied upon shows of no earthly importance?
+                      Yes, but he knew it!
+
+
+
+
+THINGS AND THE MAN
+
+(IN MEMORIAM, JOSEPH CHAMBERLAIN)
+
+1904
+
+'And Joseph dreamed a dream, and he told it his brethren; and they hated
+him yet the more.'--_Genesis_ XXXVII. 5.
+
+
+    Oh ye who hold the written clue
+      To all save all unwritten things,
+    And, half a league behind, pursue
+      The accomplished Fact with flouts and flings,
+      Look! To your knee your baby brings
+        The oldest tale since Earth began--
+      The answer to your worryings
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    He, single-handed, met and slew
+      Magicians, Armies, Ogres, Kings.
+    He lonely 'mid his doubting crew--
+      'In all the loneliness of wings'--
+      He fed the flame, he filled the springs,
+        He locked the ranks, he launched the van
+      Straight at the grinning Teeth of Things.
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    The peace of shocked Foundations flew
+      Before his ribald questionings.
+    He broke the Oracles in two,
+      And bared the paltry wires and strings.
+      He headed desert wanderings,
+        He led his soul, his cause, his clan
+      A little from the ruck of Things.
+        _'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    Thrones, Powers, Dominions block the view
+      With episodes and underlings--
+    The meek historian deems them true
+      Nor heeds the song that Clio sings--
+      The simple central truth that stings
+        The mob to boo, the priest to ban;
+      _Things never yet created things--
+        'Once on a time there was a Man.'_
+
+    A bolt is fallen from the blue.
+      A wakened realm full circle swings
+    Where Dothan's dreamer dreams anew
+      Of vast and farborne harvestings;
+      And unto him an Empire clings
+        That grips the purpose of his plan.
+      My Lords, how think you of these things?
+        _Once--in our time--is there a Man?_
+
+
+
+
+THE BENEFACTORS
+
+
+    _Ah! What avails the classic bent
+      And what the cultured word,
+    Against the undoctored incident
+      That actually occurred?_
+
+    _And what is Art whereto we press
+      Through paint and prose and rhyme--
+    When Nature in her nakedness
+      Defeats us every time?_
+
+    It is not learning, grace nor gear,
+      Nor easy meat and drink,
+    But bitter pinch of pain and fear
+      That makes creation think.
+
+    When in this world's unpleasing youth
+      Our god-like race began,
+    The longest arm, the sharpest tooth,
+      Gave man control of man;
+
+    Till, bruised and bitten to the bone
+      And taught by pain and fear,
+    He learned to deal the far-off stone,
+      And poke the long, safe spear.
+
+    So tooth and nail were obsolete
+      As means against a foe,
+    Till, bored by uniform defeat,
+      Some genius built the bow.
+
+    Then stone and javelin proved as vain
+      As old-time tooth and nail,
+    Ere, spurred anew by fear and pain,
+      Man fashioned coats of mail.
+
+    Then was there safety for the rich
+      And danger for the poor,
+    Till someone mixed a powder which
+      Redressed the scale once more.
+
+    Helmet and armour disappeared
+      With sword and bow and pike,
+    And, when the smoke of battle cleared,
+      All men were armed alike....
+
+    And when ten million such were slain
+      To please one crazy king,
+    Man, schooled in bulk by fear and pain,
+      Grew weary of the thing;
+
+    And, at the very hour designed,
+      To enslave him past recall,
+    His tooth-stone-arrow-gun-shy mind
+      Turned and abolished all.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    _All Power, each Tyrant, every Mob
+      Whose head has grown too large,
+    Ends by destroying its own job
+      And earns its own discharge._
+
+    _And Man, whose mere necessities
+      Move all things from his path,
+    Trembles meanwhile at their decrees,
+      And deprecates their wrath!_
+
+
+
+
+THE DEAD KING
+
+(EDWARD VII.)
+
+1910
+
+
+    _Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land
+        more dear?
+      And, unconcerned for his own estate, toils till the last grudged
+        sands have run?
+          Let him approach. It is proven here
+      Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has
+        done._
+
+    For to him above all was Life good, above all he commanded
+              Her abundance full-handed.
+    The peculiar treasure of Kings was his for the taking:
+    All that men come to in dreams he inherited waking:--
+
+    His marvel of world-gathered armies--one heart and all races,
+    His seas 'neath his keels when his war-castles foamed to their
+        places;
+    The thundering foreshores that answered his heralded landing;
+    The huge lighted cities adoring, the assemblies upstanding;
+    The Councils of Kings called in haste to learn how he was minded--
+    The Kingdoms, the Powers, and the Glories he dealt with unblinded.
+
+    To him came all captains of men, all achievers of glory,
+    Hot from the press of their battles they told him their story.
+    They revealed him their life in an hour and, saluting, departed,
+    Joyful to labour afresh--he had made them new-hearted.
+    And, since he weighed men from his youth, and no lie long deceived
+        him,
+    He spoke and exacted the truth, and the basest believed him.
+
+    And God poured him an exquisite wine, that was daily renewed to him,
+    In the clear-welling love of his peoples that daily accrued to him.
+    Honour and service we gave him, rejoicingly fearless;
+    Faith absolute, trust beyond speech and a friendship as peerless.
+    And since he was Master and Servant in all that we asked him,
+    We leaned hard on his wisdom in all things, knowing not how we
+        tasked him.
+
+    For on Him each new day laid command, every tyrannous hour,
+    To confront, or confirm, or make smooth some dread issue of power;
+    To deliver true judgment aright at the instant, unaided,
+    In the strict, level, ultimate phrase that allowed or dissuaded;
+    To foresee, to allay, to avert from us perils unnumbered,
+    To stand guard on our gates when he guessed that the watchmen had
+        slumbered;
+    To win time, to turn hate, to woo folly to service and, mightily
+        schooling
+    His strength to the use of his Nations, to rule as not ruling.
+    These were the works of our King; Earth's peace was the proof of
+        them.
+    God gave him great works to fulfil, and to us the behoof of them.
+    We accepted his toil as our right--none spared, none excused him.
+    When he was bowed by his burden his rest was refused him.
+    We troubled his age with our weakness--the blacker our shame to us!
+    Hearing his People had need of him, straightway he came to us.
+
+    As he received so he gave--nothing grudged, naught denying,
+    Not even the last gasp of his breath when he strove for us, dying
+    For our sakes, without question, he put from him all that he
+        cherished.
+    Simply as any that serve him he served and he perished.
+    All that Kings covet was his, and he flung it aside for us.
+    Simply as any that die in his service he died for us.
+
+    _Who in the Realm to-day has choice of the easy road or the hard to
+        tread?
+      And, much concerned for his own estate, would sell his soul to
+        remain in the sun?
+              Let him depart nor look on Our dead.
+      Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has
+        done._
+
+
+
+
+A DEATH-BED
+
+
+    'This is the State above the Law.
+      The State exists for the State alone.'
+    [_This is a gland at the back of the jaw,_
+      _And an answering lump by the collar-bone._]
+
+    Some die shouting in gas or fire;
+      Some die silent, by shell and shot.
+    Some die desperate, caught on the wire;
+      Some die suddenly. This will not.
+
+    'Regis suprema Voluntas lex.'
+      [_It will follow the regular course of--throats._]
+    Some die pinned by the broken decks,
+      Some die sobbing between the boats.
+
+    Some die eloquent, pressed to death
+      By the sliding trench, as their friends can hear.
+    Some die wholly in half a breath
+      Some--give trouble for half a year.
+
+    'There is neither Evil nor Good in life
+      Except as the needs of the State ordain.'
+    [_Since it is rather too late for the knife,
+      All we can do is to mask the pain._]
+
+    Some die saintly in faith and hope--
+      One died thus in a prison-yard--
+    Some die broken by rape or the rope;
+      Some die easily. This dies hard.
+
+    'I will dash to pieces who bar my way.
+      Woe to the traitor! Woe to the weak!'
+    [_Let him write what he wishes to say.
+      It tires him out if he tries to speak._]
+
+    Some die quietly. Some abound
+      In loud self-pity. Others spread
+    Bad morale through the cots around ...
+      This is a type that is better dead.
+
+    'The war was forced on me by my foes.
+      All that I sought was the right to live.'
+    [_Don't be afraid of a triple dose;
+      The pain will neutralize half we give._
+
+    _Here are the needles. See that he dies
+      While the effects of the drug endure....
+    What is the question he asks with his eyes?--
+      Yes, All-Highest, to God, be sure._]
+
+
+
+
+GEHAZI
+
+
+    'Whence comest thou, Gehazi,
+      So reverend to behold,
+    In scarlet and in ermines
+      And chain of England's gold?'
+    'From following after Naaman
+      To tell him all is well,
+    Whereby my zeal hath made me
+      A Judge in Israel.'
+
+    Well done, well done, Gehazi,
+      Stretch forth thy ready hand,
+    Thou barely 'scaped from judgment,
+      Take oath to judge the land,
+    Unswayed by gift of money
+      Or privy bribe, more base,
+    Of knowledge which is profit
+      In any market-place.
+
+    Search out and probe, Gehazi,
+      As thou of all canst try,
+    The truthful, well-weighed answer
+      That tells the blacker lie--
+    The loud, uneasy virtue,
+      The anger feigned at will,
+    To overbear a witness
+      And make the Court keep still.
+
+    Take order now, Gehazi,
+      That no man talk aside
+    In secret with his judges
+      The while his case is tried.
+    Lest he should show them--reason
+      To keep a matter hid,
+    And subtly lead the questions
+      Away from what he did.
+
+    Thou mirror of uprightness,
+      What ails thee at thy vows?
+    What means the risen whiteness
+      Of the skin between thy brows?
+    The boils that shine and burrow,
+      The sores that slough and bleed--
+    The leprosy of Naaman
+      On thee and all thy seed?
+        Stand up, stand up, Gehazi,
+          Draw close thy robe and go,
+        Gehazi, Judge in Israel,
+          A leper white as snow!
+
+
+
+
+THE VIRGINITY
+
+
+    Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose
+    From his first love, no matter who she be.
+    Oh, was there ever sailor free to choose,
+    That didn't settle somewhere near the sea?
+
+    Myself, it don't excite me nor amuse
+    To watch a pack o' shipping on the sea,
+    But I can understand my neighbour's views
+    From certain things which have occurred to me.
+
+    Men must keep touch with things they used to use
+    To earn their living, even when they are free;
+    And so come back upon the least excuse--
+    Same as the sailor settled near the sea.
+
+    He knows he's never going on no cruise--
+    He knows he's done and finished with the sea,
+    And yet he likes to feel she's there to use--
+    If he should ask her--as she used to be.
+
+    Even though she cost him all he had to lose,
+    Even though she made him sick to hear or see,
+    Still, what she left of him will mostly choose
+    Her skirts to sit by. How comes such to be?
+
+    _Parsons in pulpits, tax-payers in pews,
+    Kings on your thrones, you know as well as me,
+    We've only one virginity to lose,
+    And where we lost it there our hearts will be!_
+
+
+
+
+A PILGRIM'S WAY
+
+
+    I do not look for holy saints to guide me on my way,
+    Or male and female devilkins to lead my feet astray.
+    If these are added, I rejoice--if not, I shall not mind,
+    So long as I have leave and choice to meet my fellow-kind.
+      For as we come and as we go (and deadly-soon go we!)
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    Thus I will honour pious men whose virtue shines so bright
+    (Though none are more amazed than I when I by chance do right),
+    And I will pity foolish men for woe their sins have bred
+    (Though ninety-nine per cent. of mine I brought on my own head)
+      And, Amorite or Eremite, or General Averagee,
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    And when they bore me overmuch, I will not shake mine ears,
+    Recalling many thousand such whom I have bored to tears.
+    And when they labour to impress, I will not doubt nor scoff;
+    Since I myself have done no less and--sometimes pulled it off.
+      Yea, as we are and we are not, and we pretend to be,
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    And when they work me random wrong, as often-times hath been,
+    I will not cherish hate too long (my hands are none too clean)
+    And when they do me random good I will not feign surprise,
+    No more than those whom I have cheered with wayside charities.
+      But, as we give and as we take--whate'er our takings be--
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    But when I meet with frantic folk who sinfully declare
+    There is no pardon for their sin, the same I will not spare
+    Till I have proved that Heaven and Hell which in our hearts we have
+    Show nothing irredeemable on either side the grave.
+      For as we live and as we die--if utter Death there be--
+      The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!
+
+    Deliver me from every pride--the Middle, High, and Low--
+    That bars me from a brother's side, whatever pride he show.
+    And purge me from all heresies of thought and speech and pen
+    That bid me judge him otherwise than I am judged. _Amen!_
+      That I may sing of Crowd or King or road-borne company,
+      That I may labour in my day, vocation and degree,
+      To prove the same in deed and name, and hold unshakenly
+      (Where'er I go, whate'er I know, whoe'er my neighbour be)
+      This single faith in Life and Death and all Eternity
+      'The people, Lord, Thy people, are good enough for me!'
+
+
+
+
+THE OLDEST SONG
+
+For before Eve was Lilith--_Old Tale._
+
+
+    These were never your true love's eyes.
+      Why do you feign that you love them?
+    You that broke from their constancies,
+      And the wide calm brows above them!
+
+    This was never your true love's speech.
+      Why do you thrill when you hear it?
+    You that have ridden out of its reach
+      The width of the world or near it!
+
+    This was never your true love's hair,--
+      You that chafed when it bound you
+    Screened from knowledge or shame or care,
+      In the night that it made around you!
+
+    '_All these things I know, I know._
+      _And that's why my heart is breaking!_'
+    Then what do you gain by pretending so?
+      '_The joy of an old wound waking._'
+
+
+
+
+NATURAL THEOLOGY
+
+
+PRIMITIVE
+
+    I ate my fill of a whale that died,
+      And stranded after a month at sea....
+    There is a pain in my inside.
+      Why have the Gods afflicted me?
+    Ow! I am purged till I am a wraith!
+      Wow! I am sick till I cannot see!
+    What is the sense of Religion and Faith?
+      Look how the Gods have afflicted me!
+
+
+PAGAN
+
+    How can the skin of rat or mouse hold
+      Anything more than a harmless flea?...
+    The burning plague has taken my household.
+      Why have my Gods afflicted me?
+
+    All my kith and kin are deceased,
+      Though they were as good as good could be.
+    I will out and batter the family priest,
+      Because my Gods have afflicted me.
+
+
+MEDIAEVAL
+
+    My privy and well drain into each other
+      After the custom of Christendie....
+    Fevers and fluxes are wasting my mother.
+      Why has the Lord afflicted me?
+    The Saints are helpless for all I offer--
+      So are the clergy I used to fee
+    Henceforward I keep my cash in my coffer,
+      Because the Lord has afflicted me.
+
+
+MATERIAL
+
+    I run eight hundred hens to the acre.
+      They die by dozens mysteriously....
+    I am more than doubtful concerning my Maker.
+      Why has the Lord afflicted me?
+    What a return for all my endeavour--
+      Not to mention the L. S. D.!
+    I am an atheist now and for ever,
+      Because this God has afflicted me!
+
+
+PROGRESSIVE
+
+    Money spent on an Army or Fleet
+      Is homicidal lunacy....
+    My son has been killed in the Mons retreat.
+      Why is the Lord afflicting me?
+    Why are murder, pillage and arson
+      And rape allowed by the Deity?
+    I will write to the _Times_, deriding our parson
+      Because my God has afflicted me.
+
+
+CHORUS
+
+    We had a kettle, we let it leak;
+      Our not repairing it made it worse.
+    We haven't had any tea for a week....
+      The bottom is out of the Universe!
+
+
+CONCLUSION
+
+    This was none of the good Lord's pleasure,
+      For the Spirit He breathed in Man is free;
+    But what comes after is measure for measure
+      And not a God that afflicteth thee.
+    As was the sowing so the reaping
+      Is now and evermore shall be.
+    Thou art delivered to thy own keeping.
+      Only Thyself hath afflicted thee!
+
+
+
+
+A SONG AT COCK-CROW
+
+'_Ille autem iterum negavit._'
+
+
+    The first time that Peter denied his Lord
+    He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
+    But followed far off to see what they would do,
+    Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
+    After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
+
+    The first time that Peter denied his Lord
+    'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
+    As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
+    Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
+    ('Thou also art one of them.') Then the cock crew!
+
+    The first time that Peter denied his Lord
+    He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
+    A poor silly fisherman, what could he do
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    The next time that Peter denied his Lord
+    He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
+    With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter denied his Lord
+    'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
+    And She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter denied his Lord
+    The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
+    And He stretched out His arms for the playmates He knew--
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    _But the waters had covered them when the cock crew_.
+
+    The next time that Peter denied his Lord
+    'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
+    But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
+    Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
+    _Over all Christendom, though the cock crew_.
+
+    The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
+    The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
+    And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
+    When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
+    (_Because of his wickedness_) _when the cock crew_!
+
+
+
+
+THE FEMALE OF THE SPECIES
+
+1911
+
+
+    When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride,
+    He shouts to scare the monster, who will often turn aside.
+    But the she-bear thus accosted rends the peasant tooth and nail
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    When Nag the basking cobra hears the careless foot of man,
+    He will sometimes wriggle sideways and avoid it as he can.
+    But his mate makes no such motion where she camps beside the trail.
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    When the early Jesuit fathers preached to Hurons and Choctaws,
+    They prayed to be delivered from the vengeance of the squaws.
+    'Twas the women, not the warriors, turned those stark enthusiasts
+        pale
+    For the female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    Man's timid heart is bursting with the things he must not say,
+    For the Woman that God gave him isn't his to give away;
+    But when hunter meets with husband, each confirms the other's tale--
+    The female of the species is more deadly than the male.
+
+    Man, a bear in most relations--worm and savage otherwise,--
+    Man propounds negotiations, Man accepts the compromise.
+    Very rarely will he squarely push the logic of a fact
+    To its ultimate conclusion in unmitigated act.
+
+    Fear, or foolishness, impels him, ere he lay the wicked low,
+    To concede some form of trial even to his fiercest foe.
+    Mirth obscene diverts his anger! Doubt and Pity oft perplex
+    Him in dealing with an issue--to the scandal of The Sex!
+
+    But the Woman that God gave him, every fibre of her frame
+    Proves her launched for one sole issue, armed and engined for the
+        same;
+    And to serve that single issue, lest the generations fail,
+    The female of the species must be deadlier than the male.
+
+    She who faces Death by torture for each life beneath her breast
+    May not deal in doubt or pity--must not swerve for fact or jest.
+    These be purely male diversions--not in these her honour dwells.
+    She the Other Law we live by, is that Law and nothing else.
+
+    She can bring no more to living than the powers that make her great
+    As the Mother of the Infant and the Mistress of the Mate!
+    And when Babe and Man are lacking and she strides unclaimed to claim
+    Her right as femme (and baron), her equipment is the same.
+
+    She is wedded to convictions--in default of grosser ties;
+    Her contentions are her children, Heaven help him who denies!--
+    He will meet no suave discussion, but the instant, white-hot, wild,
+    Wakened female of the species warring as for spouse and child.
+
+    Unprovoked and awful charges--even so the she-bear fights,
+    Speech that drips, corrodes, and poisons--even so the cobra bites,
+    Scientific vivisection of one nerve till it is raw
+    And the victim writhes in anguish--like the Jesuit with the squaw!
+
+    So it comes that Man the coward, when he gathers to confer
+    With his fellow-braves in council, dare not leave a place for her
+    Where, at war with Life and Conscience, he uplifts his erring hands
+    To some God of Abstract Justice--which no woman understands.
+
+    And Man knows it! Knows, moreover, that the Woman that God gave him
+    Must command but may not govern--shall enthral but not enslave him.
+    And _She_ knows, because She warns him and Her instincts never fail,
+    That the Female of Her Species is more deadly than the Male.
+
+
+
+
+EPITAPHS
+
+
+'EQUALITY OF SACRIFICE'
+
+    _A._ 'I was a "have."' _B._ 'I was a "have-not."'
+    (_Together_) 'What hast thou given which I gave not?'
+
+
+A SERVANT
+
+    We were together since the War began
+    He was my servant--and the better man.
+
+
+A SON
+
+    My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew
+    What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.
+
+
+AN ONLY SON
+
+    I have slain none except my Mother, She
+    (Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.
+
+
+EX-CLERK
+
+    Pity not! The Army gave
+    Freedom to a timid slave:
+    In which Freedom did he find
+    Strength of body, will, and mind:
+    By which strength he came to prove
+    Mirth, Companionship, and Love:
+    For which Love to Death he went:
+    In which Death he lies content.
+
+
+THE WONDER
+
+    Body and Spirit I surrendered whole
+    To harsh Instructors--and received a soul ...
+    If mortal man could change me through and through
+    From all I was--what may The God not do?
+
+
+HINDU SEPOY IN FRANCE
+
+    This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.
+    We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.
+
+
+THE COWARD
+
+    I could not look on Death, which being known,
+    Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.
+
+
+SHOCK
+
+    My name, my speech, my self I had forgot.
+    My wife and children came--I knew them not.
+    I died. My Mother followed. At her call
+    And on her bosom I remembered all.
+
+
+A GRAVE NEAR CAIRO
+
+    Gods of the Nile, should this stout fellow here
+    Get out--get out! He knows not shame nor fear.
+
+
+PELICANS IN THE WILDERNESS
+
+(A GRAVE NEAR HALFA)
+
+    The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn
+      Where I am laid for whom my children grieve....
+    O wings that beat at dawning, ye return
+      Out of the desert to your young at eve!
+
+
+THE FAVOUR
+
+    Death favoured me from the first, well knowing I could not endure
+    To wait on him day by day. He quitted my betters and came
+    Whistling over the fields, and, when he had made all sure,
+      'Thy line is at end,' he said, 'but at least I have saved its
+        name.'
+
+
+THE BEGINNER
+
+    On the first hour of my first day
+      In the front trench I fell.
+    (Children in boxes at a play
+      Stand up to watch it well.)
+
+
+R. A. F. (AGED EIGHTEEN)
+
+    Laughing through clouds, his milk-teeth still unshed,
+    Cities and men he smote from overhead.
+    His deaths delivered, he returned to play
+    Childlike, with childish things now put away.
+
+
+THE REFINED MAN
+
+    I was of delicate mind. I went aside for my needs,
+      Disdaining the common office. I was seen from afar and killed....
+    How is this matter for mirth? Let each man be judged by his deeds
+      _I have paid my price to live with myself on the terms that I
+        willed._
+
+
+NATIVE WATER-CARRIER (M. E. F.)
+
+    Prometheus brought down fire to men.
+      This brought up water.
+    The Gods are jealous--now, as then,
+      They gave no quarter.
+
+
+BOMBED IN LONDON
+
+    On land and sea I strove with anxious care
+    To escape conscription. It was in the air!
+
+
+THE SLEEPY SENTINEL
+
+    Faithless the watch that I kept: now I have none to keep.
+    I was slain because I slept: now I am slain I sleep.
+    Let no man reproach me again, whatever watch is unkept--
+    I sleep because I am slain. They slew me because I slept.
+
+
+BATTERIES OUT OF AMMUNITION
+
+    If any mourn us in the workshop, say
+    We died because the shift kept holiday.
+
+
+COMMON FORM
+
+    If any question why we died,
+    Tell them, because our fathers lied.
+
+
+A DEAD STATESMAN
+
+    I could not dig; I dared not rob:
+    Therefore I lied to please the mob.
+    Now all my lies are proved untrue,
+    And I must face the men I slew.
+    What tale shall save me here among
+    Mine angry and defrauded young?
+
+
+THE REBEL
+
+    If I had clamoured at Thy Gate
+      For gift of Life on Earth,
+    And, thrusting through the souls that wait,
+      Flung headlong into birth--
+    Even then, even then, for gin and snare
+      About my pathway spread,
+    Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care
+      Before I joined the Dead!
+    But now?... I was beneath Thy Hand
+      Ere yet the Planets came.
+    And now--though Planets pass, I stand
+      The witness to Thy Shame.
+
+
+THE OBEDIENT
+
+    Daily, though no ears attended,
+      Did my prayers arise
+    Daily, though no fire descended
+      Did I sacrifice....
+    Though my darkness did not lift,
+      Though I faced no lighter odds,
+    Though the Gods bestowed no gift,
+                    None the less,
+      None the less, I served the Gods!
+
+
+A DRIFTER OFF TARENTUM
+
+    He from the wind-bitten north with ship and companions descended,
+      Searching for eggs of death spawned by invisible hulls.
+    Many he found and drew forth. Of a sudden the fishery ended
+      In flame and a clamorous breath not new to the eye-pecking gulls.
+
+
+DESTROYERS IN COLLISION
+
+    For Fog and Fate no charm is found
+      To lighten or amend.
+    I, hurrying to my bride, was drowned--
+      Cut down by my best friend.
+
+
+CONVOY ESCORT
+
+    I was a shepherd to fools
+      Causelessly bold or afraid.
+    They would not abide by my rules.
+      Yet they escaped. For I stayed.
+
+
+UNKNOWN FEMALE CORPSE
+
+    Headless, lacking foot and hand,
+    Horrible I come to land.
+    I beseech all women's sons
+    Know I was a mother once.
+
+
+RAPED AND REVENGED
+
+    One used and butchered me: another spied
+    Me broken--for which thing a hundred died.
+    So it was learned among the heathen hosts
+    How much a freeborn woman's favour costs.
+
+
+SALONIKAN GRAVE
+
+    I have watched a thousand days
+    Push out and crawl into night
+    Slowly as tortoises
+    Now I, too, follow these.
+    It is fever, and not fight--
+    Time, not battle--that slays.
+
+
+THE BRIDEGROOM
+
+    Call me not false, beloved,
+      If, from thy scarce-known breast
+    So little time removed,
+      In other arms I rest.
+
+    For this more ancient bride
+      Whom coldly I embrace
+    Was constant at my side
+      Before I saw thy face.
+
+    Our marriage, often set--
+      By miracle delayed--
+    At last is consummate,
+      And cannot be unmade.
+
+    Live, then, whom Life shall cure,
+      Almost, of Memory,
+    And leave us to endure
+      Its immortality.
+
+
+V. A. D. (MEDITERRANEAN)
+
+    Ah, would swift ships had never been, for then we ne'er had found,
+    These harsh AEgean rocks between, this little virgin drowned,
+    Whom neither spouse nor child shall mourn, but men she nursed
+        through pain
+    And--certain keels for whose return the heathen look in vain.
+
+
+
+
+'THE CITY OF BRASS'
+
+1909
+
+     Here was a people whom after their works thou shalt see wept over
+     for their lost dominion: and in this palace is the last information
+     respecting lords collected in the dust.
+
+     _The Arabian Nights_
+
+
+    _In a land that the sand overlays--the ways to her gates are
+        untrod--
+    A multitude ended their days whose fates were made splendid by God,
+    Till they grew drunk and were smitten with madness and went to their
+        fall,
+    And of these is a story written: but Allah alone knoweth all!_
+
+    When the wine stirred in their heart their bosoms dilated,
+    They rose to suppose themselves kings over all things created--
+    To decree a new earth at a birth without labour or sorrow--
+    To declare: 'We prepare it to-day and inherit to-morrow.'
+    They chose themselves prophets and priests of minute understanding,
+    Men swift to see done, and outrun, their extremest commanding--
+    Of the tribe which describe with a jibe the perversions of Justice--
+    Panders avowed to the crowd whatsoever its lust is.
+
+    Swiftly these pulled down the walls that their fathers had made
+        them--
+    The impregnable ramparts of old, they razed and relaid them
+    As playgrounds of pleasure and leisure with limitless entries,
+    And havens of rest for the wastrels where once walked the sentries;
+    And because there was need of more pay for the shouters and
+        marchers,
+    They disbanded in face of their foemen their bowmen and archers.
+    They replied to their well-wishers' fears--to their enemies'
+        laughter,
+    Saying: 'Peace! We have fashioned a God Which shall save us
+        hereafter.
+    We ascribe all dominion to man in his factions conferring,
+    And have given to numbers the Name of the Wisdom unerring.'
+    They said: 'Who has hate in his soul? Who has envied his neighbour?
+    Let him arise and control both that man and his labour.'
+    They said: 'Who is eaten by sloth? Whose unthrift has destroyed him?
+    He shall levy a tribute from all because none have employed him.'
+    They said: 'Who hath toiled? Who hath striven, and gathered
+        possession?
+    Let him be spoiled. He hath given full proof of transgression.'
+    They said. 'Who is irked by the Law? _Though we may not remove it,
+    If he lend us his aid in this raid, we will set him above it!_'
+    So the robber did judgment again upon such as displeased him,
+    The slayer, too, boasted his slain, and the judges released him.
+
+    As for their kinsmen far off, on the skirts of the nation,
+    They harried all earth to make sure none escaped reprobation,
+    They awakened unrest for a jest in their newly-won borders,
+    And jeered at the blood of their brethren betrayed by their orders.
+    They instructed the ruled to rebel, their rulers to aid them;
+    And, since such as obeyed them not fell, their Viceroys obeyed them.
+    When the riotous set them at naught they said: 'Praise the upheaval!
+    For the show and the word and the thought of Dominion is evil!'
+
+    They unwound and flung from them with rage, as a rag that defiled
+        them
+    The imperial gains of the age which their forefathers piled them.
+    They ran panting in haste to lay waste and embitter for ever
+    The wellsprings of Wisdom and Strength which are Faith and
+        Endeavour.
+    They nosed out and digged up and dragged forth and exposed to
+        derision
+    All doctrine of purpose and worth and restraint and prevision:
+    And it ceased, and God granted them all things for which they had
+        striven,
+    And the heart of a beast in the place of a man's heart was given....
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    When they were fullest of wine and most flagrant in error,
+    Out of the sea rose a sign--out of Heaven a terror.
+    Then they saw, then they heard, then they knew--for none troubled
+        to hide it,
+    An host had prepared their destruction, but still they denied it.
+    They denied what they dared not abide if it came to the trial,
+    But the Sword that was forged while they lied did not heed their
+        denial.
+    It drove home, and no time was allowed to the crowd that was driven.
+    The preposterous-minded were cowed--they thought time would be
+        given.
+    There was no need of a steed nor a lance to pursue them;
+    It was decreed their own deed, and not chance, should undo them
+    The tares they had laughingly sown were ripe to the reaping,
+    The trust they had leagued to disown was removed from their keeping.
+    The eaters of other men's bread, the exempted from hardship,
+    The excusers of impotence fled, abdicating their wardship.
+    For the hate they had taught through the State brought the State no
+        defender,
+    And it passed from the roll of the Nations in headlong surrender.
+
+
+
+
+JUSTICE
+
+OCTOBER 1918
+
+
+    _Across a world where all men grieve
+      And grieving strive the more,
+    The great days range like tides and leave
+      Our dead on every shore.
+    Heavy the load we undergo,
+      And our own hands prepare,
+    If we have parley with the foe,
+      The load our sons must bear._
+
+    Before we loose the word
+      That bids new worlds to birth,
+    Needs must we loosen first the sword
+      Of Justice upon earth;
+    Or else all else is vain
+      Since life on earth began,
+    And the spent world sinks back again
+      Hopeless of God and Man.
+
+    A people and their King
+      Through ancient sin grown strong,
+    Because they feared no reckoning
+      Would set no bound to wrong;
+    But now their hour is past,
+      And we who bore it find
+    Evil Incarnate held at last
+      To answer to mankind.
+
+    For agony and spoil
+      Of nations beat to dust,
+    For poisoned air and tortured soil
+      And cold, commanded lust,
+    And every secret woe
+      The shuddering waters saw--
+    Willed and fulfilled by high and low--
+      Let them relearn the Law.
+
+    That when the dooms are read,
+      Not high nor low shall say:--
+    'My haughty or my humble head
+      Has saved me in this day.'
+    That, till the end of time,
+      Their remnant shall recall
+    Their fathers' old, confederate crime
+      Availed them not at all.
+
+    That neither schools nor priests,
+      Nor Kings may build again
+    A people with the heart of beasts
+      Made wise concerning men.
+    Whereby our dead shall sleep
+      In honour, unbetrayed,
+    And we in faith and honour keep
+      That peace for which they paid.
+
+
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