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A VICTORIAN ODE

GOD of our fathers, known of old-
Lord of our far-flung battle line-
Beneath whose awful hand we hold

Dominion over palm and pine —
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies —

The Captains and the Kings depart-
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice.
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet.
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

Far-called, our navies melt away —
On dune and headland sinks the fire—

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre !

Judge of the Nations, spare us yet.

Lest we forget — lest we forget!

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RECESSIONAL.

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose

Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-
Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

Or lesser breeds without the Law —
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget — lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard —

All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard—

For fraiitic boast and foolish word,

Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!

Amen,

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I—

THE VAMPIRE.

THE VAMPIRE

AS SUGGESTED BY THE PAINTING
BY PHILIP BURNE-JONES

A FOOL there was and he made his prayer
(Even as you and I!)
To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair
(We called her the woman who did not care),
But the fool he called her his lady fair
(Even as you and I!)

Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste
And the work of our head and hand
Belong to the woman who did not know
(And now we know that she never could
know)

And did not understand.

A fool there was and hia ^oods he spent

(Even as you and I!)
Honour and faith and a sure intent
(And it wasn't the least what the lady meant),
But a fool must follow his natural bent

(Even as you and I!)

THE VAMPIRE.

Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost
And the excellent things we planned
lielong to the woman who didn't know why
(And now we know she never knew why)
And did not understand.

The fool was stripped to his foolish hide

wu- t- /^ve" as you and I!)

Which she might have seen when she threw

nim aside —
(But it is'nt on record the lady tried)
So some of him lived but the most of him

uied —

(Even as you and I!)

And it is n't the shame and it is n't the blame
That stings like a white-hot brand
It s coming to know that she never knew why
(beeing at last she could never know why)
And never could understand.

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DANNY DEEVER.

DANNY DEEVER

*i\X7HAT are the bugles blowin' forV" said
^ » Files-on-Parade.

"To turn you out, to turn you out," the Col-
our-Sergeant said.

"What makes you look so white, so white?"
said Files-on-Parade.

"I'm dreadin* what I've got to watch," the
Colour-Sergeant said.

For they're hangin' Da^ny Deever, you can

hear the Dead March play,
The regiment's in 'ollow square— they're

hangin' him to-day;
They've taken of his buttons off an' cut his

stripes away.
An' they're hangin' Danny Deever in the

mornin*.

"What makes the rear-rank breathe so 'ard?"
said Files-on-Parade.

"It's bitter cold, it's bitter cold," the Colour-
Sergeant raid.

"What makes that front-rank man fall down?"
says Files-on-Parade.

"A touch o' sun, a touch o' sun," the Colour-
Sergeant said.

DANNY DEEVER.

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They are hangin' Danny Deever, they are

marchin' of 'im round,
T!i<^y 'ave 'alted Danny Deever by 'is coffin

on the ground;
Ap ' y\\ swing in 'arf a minute for a sneakin'

J hooi-ii' hound —

C' tJ cy'rc hangin' Danny Deever in the morn-

"'•s cot was right-'and cot to mine," said
JMes-on-Parade.
'Tl*s sleep^n' out an' far to-night," the Col-
our-Sergeant said.
I've drunk 'is beer a score o' times," said
Files-on-Parade.
" 'E's drinkin* bitter beer alone," the Colour-
Sergeant said.

They are hangin' Danny Deever, you must

mark 'im to 'is place,
For 'e shot a comrade steepin'— -you must

look 'im in the face ;
Nine 'undred of 'is county an' the regiment's

disgrace.

While theyre hangin' Danny Deever in the
momin'.

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DANNY DEEVER.

"What's that so black agin the sun?" said
Files-on-Parade.

"It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life," the Colour-
Sergeant said.

"What's that that whimpers over'ead?" said
Files-on-Parade.

"Its Danny's soul that's passin' now," the Col-
our-Sergeant said.

For they're done with Danny Deevcr, you
can 'ear the quickstep play.

The regiment's in column, and they're march-
in' us away;

Ho ! the young recruits are shakin*. an' they'll
want their beer to-day,

After hangin' Danny Deever in the irornin'.

TOMMY.

TOMMY

I WENT into a public-'ouse to get a pint o'
beer,

The publican 'e up an' sez, "We serve no red-
coats here."

The girls be'ind the bar they laughed an' eiff-
gledfittodie, ^^

I outs into the street again, an' to myself sez
I: —

O it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'

Tommy, go away" ;
But it's 'Thank you. Mister Atkins,'* when

the band begins to play,
The band begins to play, my boys, the band

begins to play,
O It's "Thank you. Mister Atkins," when

the band begins to play.

I went into a theatre as sober as could be
They gave a drunk civilian room, but 'adn't
none for me;

They sent me to the gallery or round the mu-
sic-alls.

But when it comes to fightin'. Lord! they'll
shove me in the stalls I

TOMMY.

Ill

For it's Tommy this, an* Tommy that, an'

"Tommy, wait outside";
But it's "Special train for Atkins" when the

trooper's on the tide,
The troopship's on the tide, my boys, the

troopship's on the tide,
O it's "Special train for Atkins" when the

trooper's on the tide.

Yes, makin' mock o' uniforms that guard you

while )^ou sleep
Is cheaper* than them uniforms, an* they're

starvation cheap;
An* hustlin' drunken soldiers when they're

goin' large a bit
Is five times better business than paradin* in

full kit.

Then it*s Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'

"Tommy, 'ow's yer soul?"
But it's "Thin red line of 'eroes'* when the

drums begin to roll,
The drums begin to roll, my boys, the

drums begin to roll,
O it's "Thin red line of *eroes'* when the

drums begin to roll.

We aren't no thin red *eroes, nor we aren't no

blackguards too,
But single men in barricks, most remarkable

like you;

TOMMY.

An' if sometimes our conduck isn't all your

fancy paints:
Why, single men in barricks don't grow into

plaster saints;

While it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'

"Tommy, fall be'ind";
But it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when

there's trouble in the wind,
There's trouble in the wind, my boys, there's

trouble in the wind,
O it's "Please to walk in front, sir," when

there's trouble in the wind.

You talk o' better food for us, an' schools, an'
fires, an' all:

We'll wait for extry rations if you treat us ra-
tional.

Don't mess about the cook-room slops, but
prove it to our face.

The Widow's uniform is not the soldier-man's
disgrace.

For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'

"Chuck him out, the brute !"
But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the

guns begin to shoot.
Yes, it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an'

anything you please;
Bwt Tommy ain't a bloomin' feol— you bet

that Tommy sees I

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FUZZY-WUZZY.

FUZZY-WUZZY

( SOUDAN EXPEDITIONARY FORCE )

WE'VE fought with many men acrost the
seas,

An' some of *em was brave, an* some was
nnt,

The Paythan an* the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.
We never got a ha'porth's change of Mm ;
'E squatted in the scrub an' 'ocked our
'orses,
*E cut our sentries up at Sua^iw,
An' 'e played the cat an' banjo with our
forces.

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your
'ome in the Soudan ;

You're a pore benighted 'eathen, but a first-
class fightin' man ;

We gives you your certificate, an' if you
want it signed,

We'll come an* have a romp with you when-
ever you're inclined.

We took our chanst among the Kyber 'ills,
The Boers knocked us silly at a mile.

The Burman give us Irriwaddy chills,
An' a Zulu unpi dished us up in style :

FUZZY-WUZZY,

But all we ever got from such as they
Was pop to what the Fuzzy made us swal-
ler;
We *eld our bloomin' own, the papers say.
But man for man the Fuzzy knocked us
'oiler.

Then *ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an' the

missis an' the kid ;
Our orders was to break you, an' of course

we went an' did.
We sloshed you with Martinis, an' it wasn't

'ardly fair;
But for all the odds agin' you, Fuzzy- Wuz,
you broke the square.

^E 'asn't got no papers of 'is own,

*E 'asn't got no medals nor rewards,
So we must certify the skill 'e's shown

In usin' of 'is long two-'anded swords :
When 'e's 'oppin* in an out among the bush
. With 'is coffin-'eaded shield an shovel-spear,
An 'appy day with Fuzzy on the rush
Will last an 'ealthy Tommy for a year.

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, an* your

friends which are no more;
If we 'adn't lost some messmates we would

'elp you to deplore;

FUZZY-WUZZY.

But give^an' take's the gospel, an' we'll call
the bargain fair,

For if you 'ave lost more than us, you crum-
pled up the square! /

'E rushes at the smoke when we let drive,

»i7» " ',, ^^°^^ ^^ ^"°^' '«'s ackin' at our 'ead:
iis all ot sand an' ginger when alive,

An he s generally shammin' when 'e's dead.

,?r? ^l^Xl ^ s a d"cky, 'e's a lamb I

h. s a mjia-rubber idiot on the spree ;
H. s the on'y thing that doesn't give a damn

l^or a Regiment o' British Infantree!

So 'ere's to you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, at your
'ome m the Soudan;

You're a jwre benighted 'eathen, but a first-
class fightm' man;

An' 'ere's /o you, Fuzzy-Wuzzy, with your
ayrick 'ead of 'air—

You big black boundin' beggar— for vou
broke a British square! ^

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SCREW-GUNS.

SCREW-GUNS

C MOKIN' my pipe on the mountings, snif-

>-' fin' the mornin' cool,

I walks in my old brown gaiters along o* my

old brown mule,
With seventy gunners be'ind me, an' never a

beggar forgets
It's only the pick of the Army that handles the

dear little pets— 'Tss ! 'Tss !

For you all love the screw-guns— the screw-
guns they all love you !

So when we call round with a few guns o'
course you will know what to do— hoc I
hoo!

Just send in your Chief an' surrender— it's
worse if you fights or you runs :

You can go where you please, you can skid
up the trees, but you don't gtt away
from the guns.

They send us along where the roads are but

^^r ^^^fH ^^ ^^^^ ^^^^^^ they ain't ;
We d climb up the side of a signboard, an'
trust to the stick o' the paint :

SCREW-GUNS.

We've chivied the Naga an' Looshai, we've

give the Afreedeeman fits,
For we fancies ourselves at two thousand, we

guns that are built in two bits — 'Tss!

Tss !

For you all love the screw-guns, etc.

If a man doesn't work, why, we drills 'im an'

teaches 'im 'ow to behave;
If a beggar can't march, why, we kills 'im an'

rattles Mm into 'is grave. ^

You've got to stand up to our business, an

spring without snatchin' or fuss.
D' you say that you sweat with the field-guns?

By God, you must lather with us— 'Tss!

'Tss !

For you all love the screw-guns, etc.

The eagles is screamin' around us, the river's

a-moanin' below;
^iWe're clear o' the pine an' the oak-scrub,

we're out on the rocks an' the snow ;
An' the wind is as thin as a whip-lash what

carries away to the plains
The rattle an' stamp of the lead-mules, the jm-

glety-jink o' the chains— 'Tss! 'Tss!

For you all love the screw-guns, etc.

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SCREW-GUNS.

There's a wheel on the Horns o' the Mornin*,
^ an* a wheel on the edge o' the. Pit,

An' a drop into nothin' beneath you'as straight
as a beggar can spit :

With the sweat runnin' out o' your shirt-
sleeves, an' the sun off the snow in your
face,

An' 'arf o' the men on the drag-ropes to hold
the old gun in 'er place— 'Tss 1 'Tss !

For you all love the screw-guns, etc.

Smokin' my pipe on the mountin«js, sniffin*

the mornin' cool,
I climbs in my old brown gaiters along o' my

old brown mule.
The monkey can say what our road was— the

wild-goat 'e knows where we passed.
Stand easy, you long-eared old darlin's ! Out

drag-ropes! With shraonel ! Holdfast—

Tss! Tss!

For you all love the screw-guns— the screw-
guns they all love you !

So when we take tea with a few guns, o'
course you will know what to do— hoo !•
hoo!

Jest send in your Chief an' surrender— it's
worse if you fights or you runs :

You may 'ide in the caves, they'll be only
your graves, but you can't get away from
the guns !

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MANDALAY.

MANDALAY

BY the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' east-
ward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin*, an' I know she

thinks o' me
For the wind is in the palm-trees, an' the tem-
ple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come
you back to Mandalay !"

Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin* from
Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play.
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer
China 'crost the Bay I

'Er petticoat was yaller, an' 'er little cap was

green.
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat— jes' the same

as Theebaw's Queen;
An' I seed 'er first a-smokin' of a whackin*

white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen

idol's foot.
Bloomin' idol made o' mud —
What they called the Great Gawd Budd;

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MANDALAY.

Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed
'er where she studl
On the road to Mandalay, etc.

When the mist was on the rice-fields, an* the

sun was droppin* slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "Kulla-

lo-lo I"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder, an' 'er cheek

agin' my cheek,
We useter watch the steamers an' the hathis
pilin' te^k.

Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek.
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf
afraid to speak !
On the road to Mandalay, etc.

But that's all shove be'ind me — ^long ago an'

fur away,
An' there ain't no 'buses runnin' from the

Bank to Mandalay
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-
year soldier tells :
"If you've 'card the East a-callin', you won't
never 'eed naught else."

No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells.
An' the sunshine, an' the palm-trees, an' the
tinkly temple-bells,
On the road to Mandalay, etc.

MAN DAL AY.

I am sick o' wastin* leather on these gritty

pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the

fever in my bones ;
Though I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer

Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin*, but wot do they
understand ?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and —
Law ! wot do they understand ?
IVe a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner,
greener land!
On the road to Mandalay, etc.

Ship me somewheres East of Suez, where the

best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments,

an* a man can raise a thirst ;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there

that I would be —
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' lazy at

the sea, —

On the road to Mandalay,

Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnin's when wc
went to Mandalay!

On the road to Mandalay,

Where the flyin'-fishes play.
An* the dawn comes up like thunder outer

China *crost the Bay!

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TROOPIN'.

TROOPIN'
'(our army in the east)

TROOPIN', troopin', troopin' to the sea:
'Ere's September come again — the six-
year men are free.
O leave the dead be'ind us, for they cannot

come away
To where the ship's a-coalin' up that takes us
'ome to-day.

We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome!

Our ship is at the shore.
An' you must pack your 'aversack,

For we won't come back no more.
Ho, don't you grieve for me,

My lovely Mary Ann;
For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit

As a time-expired man!

The Malabar's in 'arbour, with the Jumner at
'er tan.

An' the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders for
to sail.

Ho! the weary waitin' when on Khyber 'ills

we lay;
But the time-expired's waitin' of 'is orders

'ome to-day.

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TROOPIN*.

They'll turn its out at Portsmouth wharf in

cold an' wet an' rain,
All wearin' Injian cotton kit, but we will not

complain.
They'll kill us of pneumonia — for that's their

little way;
But damn the chills and fever, men! we're

goin' 'ome to-day !

Troopin', trojpin', — winter's round again!

Sec the new draf *s pourin* in for the old cam-
paign.

Ho, you poor recruities! but you've got to
earn your pay —

What's the last from Lunnon, lads? We're
goin' there to-day.

Troopin', troopin', — give another cheer!

'Ere's to English women an' a quart of Eng-
lish beer;

The Colonel an' the regiment an' all who've
got to stay,

Gawd's mercy strike 'em gentle! Whoop!
we're goin' 'ome to-day.

We're goin' 'ome, we're goin' 'ome !

Our ship is at the shore.
An* you must pack your 'aversack,

For we won't come back no more.
Ho, don't you grieve for me.

My lovely Mary Ann;
For I'll marry you yit on a fourp'ny bit,

As a time-expired man!

THE CONUNDRUM.

THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORK-
SHOPS.

\17HEN the flush of a new-born sun fell
_y ^ first on Eden's green and gold,

Our Father Adam sat under the Tree and

scratched with a stick in the mold;
And the first rude sketch that the world had

seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves:
"It'spretty, butisit Art?"

Wherefore he called to his wife, and fled to

fashion his work anew —
The first of his race who cared a fig for the

first, most dread review;
And he left his lore to the use of his sons—

and that was a glorious gain
When the Devil chuckled : "Is it Art ?" in the

ear of the branded Cain.

They builded a tower to shiver the sky and

wrench the stars apart.
Till the Devil grunted behind the bricks : "It's

striking, but is it Art?'*
The stone was dropped by the quarry-side,

and the idle derrick swung.
While each man talked of the aims of art, and

each in an alien tongue.

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They fought and they talked in the north and

the south, they talked and they fought

in the west,
Till the water rose on the jabbering land, and

the poor Red Clay had rest —
Had rest till the dank blank-canvas dawn

when the dove was preened to start,
And the Devil bubbled below the keel : "It's

human, but is it Art?"

The tale is old as the Eden Tree— as new as

the new-cut tooth —
For each man knows ere his lip-thatch grows

he is master of art and truth ;
And each man hears as the twilight nears, to

the beat of his dying heart.
The Devil drum on the darkened pane : "You

did it, but was it Art?"

We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to

the shape of a surplice-peg.
We have learned to bottle our parents twain in

the yolk of an addled egg,
We know that the tail must wag the dog, as

the horse is drawn by the cart;
But the Devil whoops, as he whooped of okl :
"It's clever, but is it Art?"

When the flicker of London sun falls faint on
the club-room's green and gold.

The sons of Adam sit them down and scratch
with their pens in the mold —

THE CONUNDRUM.

lorth and
:y fought

land, and

as dawn
• start,
el: "It's

s new as
:h grows
nears, to
i: "You

Tree to

twain in

dog, as

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They scratch with their pens in the mold of
their graves, and the ink and the
anguish start

When the Devil mutters behind the leaves:
It's pretty, but is it Art?"

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Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where

the four great rivers flow.
And the wreath of Eve is red on the turf as

she left it long ago.
And if we could come when the sentry slept,

and softly scurry through.
By the favor of God we might know as much

—as our Father Adam knew.

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THE EXPLANATION,

THE EXPLANATION.

LOVE and Death once ceased their strife
At the Tavern of Man's Life.
Called for wine, and threw — alas! —
Each his quiver on the grass.
When the bout was o'er they found
Mingled arrows strewed the ground.
Hastily they gathered then
Each the loves and lives of men.
Ah, the fateful dawn deceived!
Mingled arrows each one sheaved:
Death's dread armory was stored
With the shafts he most abhorred :
Love's light quiver groaned beneath
Venom-headed darts of Death.
Thus it was they wrought our woe
At the Tavern long ago.
Tell me, do our masters know,
Loosing blindly as thev fly,
Old men love while young men die?

^Vi'^in&ii&^»#«As'l$«^'^»^r-.

AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT.

NOW this is the tale of the Council the
German Kaiser decreed,
To ease the strong of their burden, to help

the weak in their need
He sent a word to the people, vho struggle,

and pant, and sweat.
That the straw might be counted fairly and
the tally of bricks be set.

The Lords of Their Hands assembled; from

the East and the West they drew —
Baltimore, Lille, and Essen, Brummagem,

Cl>de, and Crewe.
And some were black from the furnace, and

some were brown from the soil.
And some were blue from the dye-vat ; but all

were wearied of toil.

And the young King said, "I have found it, the

road to the rest ye seek;
The strong shall wa't for the weary, the hale

shall halt for the weak;
With the even tramp of an army where no

man breaks from the line.
Ye shall march to peace and plenty in the bond

of brotherhood — sign!'*

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The paper lay on the table, the strong heads

bowed thereby,
And a wail went up from the peoples: "Ay,

sign — give rest, for we die!'*
A hand was stretched to the goose-quill, a

fist was cramped to scrawl,
When — the laugh of a blue-eyed maiden ran

clear through the council-hall.

And each one heard Her laughing as each one

saw Her plain —
Saidie, Miijii, or Olga, Gretchen, or Mary

Jane.
And the Spirit of Man that is in Him to the

light of the vision woke ;
And the men drew back from the paper, as a

Yankee delegate spoke:

"There's a girl in Jersey City who works on
the telephone;

We're going to hitch our horses and dig for a
house of our own,

With gas and water connections, and steam-
heat through to the top ;

And, W. Hohenzollern, I guess I shall work
till I drop."

And an English delegate thundered: "The
weak an' the lame be blowed!

I've a berth in the Sou'- West workshops, a
home in the Wandsworth Road;

AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT.

And till the 'sociation has footed my buryin'

bill,
I work for the kids an* the missus. Pull up !

I'll be damned if I willl"

And over the German benches the bearded

whisper ran:
"Lager, der girls und der dollars, dcy makes

or dey breaks a man.
If Schmitt haf collared der dollars, he collars

der girl deremit;
But if Schmitt bust in der pizness, we collars

der girl from Schmitt"

They passed one resolution : "Your sub-com-
mittee believe

You can lighten the curse of Adam when
you've lightened the curse of Eve.

But till we are built like angels — with hammer
and chisel and pen,

We will work for ourself and a woman, for-
ever and ever. Amen."

Now this is the tale of the Council the German

Kaiser held —
The day that they razored the Grindstone, the

day that the Cat was belled,
The day of the Figs from Thistles, the day of

the Twisted Sands,
The day that the laugh of a maiden made light

of the Lords of Their Hands.

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THE ENGLISH FLAG.

Above the portico a flagstaff, bearing the Union
Jack, remained fluttering in the flames for some
time, but ultimately when it fell the crowds rent the
air with shouts, and seemed to see significance in
the incident. — Daily Papers.

WINDS of the World, give answer! They
are whimpering to and fro —
And what should they know of England who

only England know ? —
The poor little street-bred people that vapor

and fume and brag,
They are lifting their heads in the stillness to
yelp at the English Flag !

Must we borrow a clout from the Boer — to
plaster anew with dirt?

An Irish liar's bandage, or an English cow-
ard's shirt?

We may not speak of England : her Flag's to
sell or share.

What is the flag of England? Winds of the
World, declare!

The North Wind blew: "From Bergen my

steel-shod vanguards go;
I chase your lazy whalers home from the

Disko floe;

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r//£ ENGLISH FLAG.

By the great North Lights above me I work

the will of God,
And the liner splits on the ice-field or the

Dogger fills with cod.

"I barred my gates with iron, I shuttered my

doors with flame,
Because to force my ramparts your nutshell

navies came;
I took the sun from their presence, I cut them

down with my blast.
And they 4ied, but the Flag of England blew

free ere the spirit passed.

"The lean white bear hath seen it in the long,

long Arctic night.
The musk-ox knows the standard that flouts

the Northern Light:
What is the Flag of England? Ye have but

my bergs to dare,
Ye have but my drifts to conquer. Go forth,

for it is there!"

The South Vfind sighed: "From The Virgins

my mid-sea course was ta'en
Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main,
Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the

long-backed breakers croon
Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked

lagoon.

THE ENGLISH FLAG.

I work
[ or the

sred my
nutshell
ut them
nd blew

le long,
t flouts
ave but
3 forth,

Virgins

tiain,
and the

locked

"Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid outer
keys,

I waked the palms to laughter — I tossed the
scud in the breeze —

Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone,

But over the scud and the palm-trees an Eng-
lish flag was flown.

"I have wrenched it free from the halliard to

hang for a wisp on the Horn ;
I have chased it north to the Lizard — ribboned

and rolled and torn;
I have spread its folds o'er the dying, adrift in

a hopeless sea;
I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen

the slave set free.

"My basking sun-fish know it, and wheeling

albatross,
Where the lone wave fills with fire beneath the

Southern Cross.
What is the Flag of England? Ye have but

my reefs to dare.
Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for

it is there !"

The East Wind roared : "From the Kurilcs,

the Bitter Seas, I come.
And me men call the Home- Wind, for I bring

the English home.

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THE ENGLISH FLAG.

'"'"'' "eilXCe'^ •^"""^ - -d the racing
' ""IC^ol^^' ^-''^'-^-I plundered

"""'"Ut '°'" ='°^^'' --■• *e wild-fowl
'""Z'f-S.r*e^' Wind that died
Man orwoman or suckling, mother or bride or

have but my^sands to travel. Go forth, for

til

THE ENGLISH FLAG.

By the
I beached

le racing
lundered
hooded
to roost

ild-fowl
lat died
)ride or
e Eng-

flying
)ss the
ve but
th, for

The West Wind called: "In ^quadrons the

thoughtless galleons fly
Tnat bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred

people die.
They make my might their porter, they make

my house their path,
Till I loose my neck from their rudder and

whelm them all in my wrath.

"I draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is

drawn from the holo ;
They bellow one to ^'' other, the frighted

ship-bells toll
For day is a drifting terror till I raise the

shroud with my breath.
And they see strange bows above them and
the two go locked to death.

"But whether in calm or wrack-wreath,
whether by dark or day,

I heave them whole to the conger or rip their
plates away,

First of the scattered legions, under a shriek-
ing sky.

Dipping between the rollers, the English Flag
goes by.

"The dead dumb fog hath wrapped it — ^the

frozen dews have kissed —
The naked stars have seen it, a fellow-star in

the mist.

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What is the ^lag of England? Ye have but

my breath to dare,
Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth

for It is there r

:::mms^a;4^c:4..

e have but
Go forth,

FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE. 47

BALLAD OF

FISHER'S BOARDING-
HOUSE.

That night, when through the mooring chains

The wide-eyed corpse rolled free,
To blunder down by Garden Reach

And rot at Kedgeree,
The tale the Hughli told the shoal

The lean shoal told to me.

^'T'WAS Fultah Fisher's boarding-house

1 Where sailor-men reside,
And there were men of all the ports

From Mississip to Clyde,
And regally they spat and smoked,

And fearsomely they lied.

They lied about the purple sea

That gave them scanty bread,
They lied about the Earth beneath,

The Heavens overhead.
For they had looked too often on

Black rum when that was red.

They told their tales of wreck and wrong.

Of shame and lust and fraud,
They backed their toughest statements with

The Brimstone of the Lord.
And crackling oaths went to and fro

Across the fist-banged board.

48 FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE.

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And there was Hans the blue-eyed Dane,

Bull-throated, bare of arm,
Who carried on his hairy chest

The maid Ultruda's charm —
The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.

iVnd there was Jake Without-the-Ears

And Pamba the Malay,
And Carboy Gin the Guinea cook.

And Luz from Vigo Bay,
And Honest Jack who sold them slops

And harvested their pay.

And there was Salem Hardieker,

A lean Bostonian he —
Russ, German, English, Halfbreed, Finn,

Yank, Dane, and Portugee,
At Fultah Fisher's boarding-house

They rested from the sea.

Now Anne of Austria shared their d.-'nks,

Collinga knew her fame.
From Tarnau in Galicia

To Jaun Bazar she came,
To eat the bread of infamy

And take the wage of shame.

She held a dozen men to heel —

Rich spoil of war was hers,
In hose and gown and ring and chain,

From twenty mariners.
And, by Port Law, that week, men called

Her Salem Hardieker's.

FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE. 49

But seamen learnt — what landsmen know —

That neither gifts nor gain
Can hold a winking Light o* Love

Or Fancy's flight restrain,
When Anne of Austria rolled her eyes

On Hans the blue-eyed Dane.

Since Life is strife, and strife mea*is knife,

From Howrah to the bay.
And he may die before the dawn

Who liquored out the day.
In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house

We woo while yet we may.

But cold was Hans the blue-eyed Dane,

Bull-throated, bare of arm.
And laughter shook the chest beneath

The maid Ultruda's charm—
The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.

"You speak to Salem Hardieker,

You was his girl, I know.
I ship mineselfs to-morrow, see,

Und round the Skaw we go,
South, down the Cattegat, by Hjelra,

To Besser in Saro."

When love rejected turns to hate,

All ill betide the man.
"You speak to Salem Hardieker,"—

She spoke r,s woman can.
A scream— a sob— "He called me— names T*

And then the fray began.

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An oath from Salem Hardieker,

A shriek upon the stairs,
A dance of shadows on the wall,

A knife-thrust unawares —
And Hans came down, as cattle drop.

Across the broken chairs.

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In Anne of Austria's trembling hands

The weary head fell low : —
"I ship mineselfs to-morrow, straight

For Besser in Saro:
Und ther,e Ultruda comes to me

At Easter, und I go

"South, down the Cattegat — What's here?

There — are — no— lights — to — ^guide !"
The mutter ceased, the spirit passed.

And Anne of Austria cried
In Fultah Fisher's boarding-house

When Hans the mighty died.

Thus slew they Hans the blue-eyed Dane,

Bull-throated, bare of arm,
But Anne of Austi.-i looted first

The maid Ult^ ada's charm —
The little silver crucifix

That keeps a man from harm.

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FISHER'S BOARDING-HOUSE. 51

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)ane.

THE GRAVE OF THE HUNDRED HE.iD.

THERE'S a widow in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;
There's a grave on the Pabeng River,

A grave that the Burmans shun.
And there's Subadar Prag Tewarri
Who tells how the work was done.

A Snider squibbed in the jungle,

Somebody laughed and fled,
And the men of the First Shikaris

Picked up their Subaltern dead.
With a big blue mark in his forehead

And the back blown out of his head.

Subadar Prag Tewarri,

Jemadar Hira Lai,
Took command of the party,

Twenty rifles in all.
Marched them down to the river

As the day was beginning to fall.

They buried the boy by the river,

A blanket over his face —
They wept for their dead Lieutenant,

The men of an alien race —
They made a samadh in his honor,

A mark for his resting-place.

THE HUNDRED HEAD.

For they swore by the Holy Water,
They swore by the salt they ate,

That the soul of Lieutenant Eshmitt Sahib
Should go to his God in state :

With fifty file of Burman
To open him Heaven's gate.

The men of the First Shikaris
Marched till the break of day

Till they came to the rebel village.
The village of Pabengmay—

A jingal covered the clearing,
Calthrops hampered the way.

Subadar Pi-ag Tewarri,

Bidding them load with ball,
Halted a dozen rifles

Under the village wall ;
Sent out a flanking-party

With Jemadar Hira Lai.

The men of the First Shikaris

Shouted and smote and slew,
Turning the grinning jingal

On to the howling crew.
The Jemadar's flanking-party

Butchered the folk who flew. .

Long was the morn of slaughter.

Long was the list of slain.
Five score heads were taken.

Five score heads and twain ;
And the men of the First Shikaris

Went back to their grave again.

3...:ts^»?s5-?.:

THE HUNDRED HEAD.

Each man bearing a basket

Red as his palms that day,
Red as the blazing village —

The village of Pabengmay.
And the "drip-drip-drip" from the baskets

Reddened the grass by the way.

They made a pile of their trophies

High as a tall man's chin,
Head upon head distorted,

Set in a sightless grin,
Anger and pain and terror

Stamped on the smoke-scorched skin,

Subadar Prag Tewarri

Put the head of the Boh
On the top of the mound of triumph.

The head of his son below,
With the sword and the peacock-banner

That the world might behold and know.

Thus the samadh was perfect.

Thus was the lesson plain
Of the wrath of the First Shikaris —

The price of a white man slain ;
And the men of the First Shikaris

Went back into camp again.

Then a silence came to the river,

A hush fell over the shore,
And Bohs that were brave departed.

And Sniders squibbed no more;
For the Burmans said
I That a kullah's head

Must be paid for with heads five score.

THE HUNDRED HEAD.

There's widozv in sleepy Chester
Who weeps for her only son;

There's a grave on the Pabeng River,
A grave that the Burtnans shun.

And there's Subadar Prag Teivarri
Who tells how the work was done.

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BALLAD OF EAST AND IVEST. 55

THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST.

Oh, East is East, and West is West, and never the

twain shall meet.
Till Earth and Sky stand presently zt God's f-rcat

Judgment Seat:
But there is neither East nor West, Border, aor

Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they

come from the ends of the earth!

KAMAL is out with twenty men to raise the
Border side,

And he has lifted the Colonel's mare that is
the Colonel's pride:

He has lifted her out of the stable-door be-
tween the dawn and the day,

And turned the calkins upon her feet, and rid-
den her far away.

Then up and spoke the Colonel's son that led
a troop of the Guides :

"Is there never a man of all my men can say
where Kamal hides?"

Then up and spoke Mahommed Khan, the son
of the Ressaldar,

"H ye know the track of the morning-mist, ye
know where his pickets are.

At dusk he harries the Abazai — ^at dawn he is
into Bonair,

But he must go by Fort Bukloh to his own
place to fare,

56 BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST.

So if ye gallop to Fort Bukloh as fast as a

bird can fly,
By the favor of God ye may cut him off ere
Rm. '( u u'"" *° *^^ '^°"S:ue of Jagai,
13ut If he be passed the Tongue of Jagai, right

swiftly turn ye then, -> ^ ' ^

l^or the length and the breadth of that grisly

Plam IS sown with Kamal's men.
There is rock to the left, and rock to the right

and low lean thorn between,
And ye may hear a breech-bolt snick where

never a man is seen."
The Colonersison has taken a horse, and a raw

rough dun was he.
With the mouth of a bell and the heart of Hell

Tu ^^"^ *^e ^ead of the gallows-tree.

Ihe Colonels son to the Fort has won, they

,_„ D»a him stay to eat—

Who rides at the tail of a Border thief, he sits

^ not long at his meat.
He s up and away from Fort Bukloh as fast

as he can fly.
Till he was aware of his father's mare in the
T-11 ,- ^"* °* *^^ Tongue of Jagai,
lill he was aware of his father's mare with

Kamal upon her back.
And when he could spy the white of her eye

he made the pistol crack. '

He has fired once, he has fired twice, but the

whistling ball went wide.
Ye shoot like a soldier, ' Kamal said. "Show

now if ye can ride."

BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST, 57

It's up and over the Tongue of Jagai, as blown

dust-devils go,
The dun he fled like a stag of ten, but the

mare like a barren doe.
The dun he leaned against the bit and slugged

his head above.
But the red mare played with the snaffle-bars,

as a maiden plays with a glove.
There was rock to the left and rock to the

right, and low lean thorn between.
And thrice he heard a breech-bolt snick tho'

never a man was seen.
They have ridden the low moon out of the

sky, their hoofs drum up the dawn,
The dun he went like a wounded bull, but the

mare like a new-roused fawn.
The dun he fell at a water-course — in a woful

heap fell he,
And Kamal has turned the red mare back, and

pulled the rider free.
He has knocked the pistol out of his hand —

small room was there to strive,
" 'Twas only by favor of mine," quoth he, "ye

rode so long alive :
There was not a rock for twenty mile, there

was not a clump of tree.
But covered a man of my own men with his

rifle cocked on his knee.
If I had raised my bridle-hand, as I have held

it low,
The little jackals that flee so fast, were feast-
ing all in a row :

58 BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST.

If I had bowed my head on my breast, as I

have held it high,
The kite that whistles above us now were

gorged till she could not fly."
Li«g:htly answered the Colonel's son : "Do good

to bird and beast.
But count who come for the broken meats

before thou makest a feast.
If there should follow a thousand swords to

carry my bones away,
Belike the price of a jackal's meal were more

than a thief could pay.
They will feed their horse on the standing
crop, their men on the garnered grain,
The thatch of the byres will serve their fires

when all the cattle are slain.
But if thou thinkest the price be fair,— thy

brethren wait to sup,
The hound is kin to the jackal-spawn, — howl,

dog> and call them up !
And if thou thinkest the price be high, in

steer and gear and stack.
Give me my father's mare again, and I'll fight

my own way back!'*
Kamal has gripped him by the hand and set

him upon his feet.
"No talk shall be of dc, s," said he, "when

wolf and gray wolf meet.
May I eat dirt if thou hast hurt of me in deed

or breath;
What dam of lances brought thee forth to
jest at the dawn with Death .?"

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BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST. 59

Lightly answered the Colonel's son: "I hold

by the blood of my clan:
Take up the mare of my father's gift — by God,

she has carried a man I"
The red mare ran to the Colonel's son, and'

nuzzled against his breast,
"We be two strong men," said Kamal then,

"but she loveth the younger best.
So she shall go with a lifter's dower, my tur-
quoise-studded rein.
My broidered saddle and saddle-cloth, and sW-

ver stirrups twain."
The Colonel's son a pistol drew and held it

muzzle-end,
"Ye have taken the one from a foe," said he;

"will ye take the mate from a friend ?"
A gift for a gift," said Kamal straight; "a

limb for the risk of a limb.
Thy father has sent his son to me, I'll send my

son to him!"
With that he whistled his only son, that

dropped from a mountain-crest —
He trod the ling like a buck in spring, and he

looked like a lance in rest. I

"Now here is thy master," Kamal said, "who

leads a troop of the Guides.
And thou must ride at his left side as shield

on shoulder rides.
Till Death or I cut loose the tie, at camp and

board and bed.
Thy life is his — thy fate it is to guard him

with thy head.

6o BALLAD OF EAST AND W EST.

tZZv ^o'n' ' '"^"P*' *°"S'' ^"<i hack
T> II .^ ^^y ^^ power —

Behke they will raise thee to Ressaldar when
,„ I am hanged at Peshawur."
iney have looked each other between the eyes
and there they found no fault ^

"^ BLd'^'^i''^ ^^i^ ^' the Brither-in.
Tu ,^^ooa on leavened bread and salt-
They have taken the Oath of the Brothe^^^^^^
On fh^wu'^ J 5'^ ^"^ fresh-cut sod,

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And two have come back to Fort Bukloh
A ^ y^here there went forth but one
And when they drew to the Quarter Guard.
*"" twenty swords flew dear—

^""^ fte'blnoH 71''"* '^""^'^ ""'^ fc«d with
..„,, 'h« r'5'°'^ °f *e mountaineer.

"Put „rf K*"""!' ". '^'•^ "'^ Colonel's son.
I ,.* • i!: P . '**^' =t your sides !

f^ ni^L^!^ '*™* ** * B°'der thief-
to-night tis a man of the Guides I"

°i y^t ^${ X^- - Wes, and „.v„ .he
' ^u^i Itf^"" f--"^ »« God-, great

^eat, and

d for the

and hack

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thief—
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:ver the
s great

BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST. 6i

But there is neither East nor West, Border, nor

Breed, nor Birth,
When two strong men stand face to face, tho' they

come from the ends of the earth !

As a Man Thinketh. Allen
Aucassin and Nicolette. Lani;
Ballad of Reading Gaol. WMe
Book of Ruth

Child's Garden of Verses. Stevei tjon
Christmas Carol. Dkkena
Chnsfm;.'! Evt, Browiing
CoiHj»en?^;j*}Aii. Emerifon
Calture, iik ;t-s«.n

Deserted VJ1K.*<.„ ,.„»Jdgmith

inendship, 'lK<-^m

Friendslsip &m^ ?, .ye. Emerson

uoldeu rfsenas, Poe

Elegy m a Country Church Yard. Gray

Greatest Thing in the World, DrummJnd

Great Stone Face. Hawthorne

In a balcony. Browning

J. Cole. Gellibrand

Jessica's First Prayer. Stretton

Laddie. Whitaker

Man Without a Country. Hale

MissToosey'a Mission. Whitaker

Pippa Passes. Brownuig

Poor Richard's Almanac. Franklin

Kab and His Friends, Brown

Rayen. The. Poe

Recessional and Vampire. Kipling

Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
Snowbound. Whittier
Sonnets from the Portuguese. Browning
Vision of Sir Launfal. Lowell *

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