THE P OEMS O F RUDYARD K I PLI NG

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! M b th k l s o a K ab y ro er nee s , s ys ir, ! To s t a nd b r a ss h a th -w s one in e en i e , ' But in my bro ther s v oice I h e ar

M o w n u a w d a o rr ie s ine n ns ere g . Hi s Go d is as h is fat e a s s i s gn . ’ Hi s a all th e w l s — m pr yer is or d and ine .

A S o ng !f

E TH UE N C O .

E S S E ! S T R E E

L O N D O N

C O N T E N T S

THE S ONS O F MARTHA

THE LO WESTOFT BOAT

THE SECRET O F TH E MACHINES

SO UTH AFRI CA

THE TH O USAN DTH MAN

MY BOY ! ACK

THE LON G TRAIL

I F

TRAWLERS

THE HOLY WAR

THE GLO RY O F THE GARDEN THE FLOWERS

GUNGA DI N

! O UR LADY O F THE S No w s

THE DAW N WI N D

BI G STEAMERS

’ ! TH E CHILDREN

’ MOTHER O MINE .

THE BEGINNI N GS

FO R ALL W E HAV E AND MR K I P I NG e i e s to e ! ss h is ank s to th e . L d s r pre th Clare ndo n P r e s s fo r pe rmissio n to i nclude Big ! ! ! S e ame s Th e e c e t o fth e ac ines Th e t r , S r M h , ! ! G o O f th e Ga e n and Th e Daw n Win l ry rd , d , o mT/ze Hi stor o E n land Ru a K i n fr y f g , by dy rd pli g m an and R L F e c e and to e ss s . ac C . . . l t h r , M r M ill m s o n to nc u e Th e o Ltd. fo r e s C . p r i i i l d ! ! ! ! Lo w e s to o a T aw e s and M Bo ft B t , r l r , y y ! ! ack o m S e a lVar ar e and I f Th e ! , fr f , ! ’ T o usan h Man and o e 0 ine o m h dt , M th r M , fr ! S on s r om Books a nd Th e e inn n s and g f , B g i g ! ! Th e h d e n o m A D i v er s i t o Cr eatur es C il r , fr y f P O E M S

THE SONS O F MARTHA

THE S fo r ons of Mary seldom bother, they have

i e o inher t d that go d part, But the S ons o f Martha favour thei r Mother o f the careful soul and the troubled heart ! And cu u be a se she lost her temper once, and beca se u t she was r de to the Lord her Gues , ’ ‘ S u w u n i t Her ons m st ait po Mary s Sons, world w hout e r o r end, r p ieve rest .

i e b ff and It is the r car , in all the ages, to take . the u et u i n c sh o the shock. — It i s their care that the gear engages i t is their i care that the sw tches lock . It i s their care that the wheels r un truly - i t is their ba care to em rk and entrain, l r i S n Ta ly, transpo t, and del ver duly the o s Of Mary i by land and ma n .

! o u i d They say to m nta ns, Be ye remove . !

t o . say the lesser floods , Be dry Under their rods are the rocks r e pr o v e dm th e y are

not afrai d of that which i s high . THE SON S OF MARTHA

— Then do the hill -to ps shake to the summit then is b e d e the of the deep laid bar , S n o That the o s of Mary may overc me it, pleasantly n an n sleepi g d u aware .

’ They finger Death at thei r glove s e nd where th e y i n p ece and repiece the livi g wires . H e r o ars against the gates they te nd th e y feed him

hungry behind their fires . E w n um arly at da , ere men see clear, they st ble into

his terrible stall,

And i e and o hale him forth l ke a halt red steer, g ad

and turn him ti ll evenfall .

To th e se fro m birth i s Belief forbidden fro m these R till death i s elief afar. — They ar e concerned with matters hidden under the - n i earth li e the r altars are . s e u u w W The cret fo ntains to follow p, aters ithdrawn

to restore to the mouth, And and o u gather the floods as in a cup, p r them ’ again at a city s drouth .

They do not teach that their God will rouse them a little before the nuts work l o o se They do not preach that His Pity allow s them to m-w o leave th eir w ork when they da ell cho se .

As i n n and e i n th e the thro ged the light d ways , so and dark the desert they stand , ’ and u e br e th r e n s Wary watchf l all th ir days, that their i n n days may be lo ng th e la d . THE LOWESTOFT BOAT 3

Raise ye the stone or cleave th e wood t o make a path more fair o r flat !

Lo i t i s S o n o f , black already with blood some Martha spilled fo r that

No t e to n as a ladd r from earth H eave , not as a

i n t o an w t ess y creed, But simple service simply given to his o w n kind i n o n e e their c mmo n d .

And the Sons of Mary smile and are blessed-! they w A o n i kno the ngels are the r side . m i s fo They know in the the Grace confessed , and e i e l the m are the M rc s mu tiplied . — — Th e y s i t at The Feet they hear The Word they see h o w truly The Promi se ru ns ! e i bu n u o n th e and They have cast th r rde p Lord, the Lord H e lays it on Martha ’ s Sons !

THE LOWESTOFT BOAT

( Wr itte n 1 91 5)

I N w o Lo est ft a boat was laid , Mark well what I do say !

And s h e w as u fo r th e b ilt herring trade, ’ ’ ’ But n a- i n a- n a- o she has go e rov , rovi , r vin , The Lord know s where !

e v h e r m n c to un Th y ga e Govern e t oal b r , An d . F u . n bo w and e n a Q g at st r , ’ And ut - n o a o . sent her r vi , etc 4 THE SECRET OF THE MACHI NES

Her skippe r was mate o fa bucko ship h w o ne man i W ich al ays killed per tr p, u ’ So i e tc. he is sed to rov n ,

m w as k i o f in Her ate s pper a chapel Wales, And s o h e i n and fights topper tails, ’ ’ li i - us h o o tc Re o t e . g r vin ,

e n i n is fift - i Her g eer y e ght, ’ SO ke s to e prepared meet his fat , ’ ’ n Which ain t unlikely rovi , etc .

’ i - n n Her lead ng stoker s seve tee , ’ S o o n ! u n he d n t k ow what the dgments mea , ’ ’ n n e tc U less he cops em rovi , .

’ c in th e o s Do o m Her cook was hef L t gs H e, Mark well what I do say ! ’ And I m so rry for Fri tz when they all com e ’ ’ ’ ’ A- a - n a - and a- o i n rovin , rovi , roarin r v , ’ Ro un No S e a o n d the rth r vi , Th e Lord knows where !

THE SECRET O F THE MACHI NES

WE w n o th e - th e i ere take fr m ore bed and m ne, we w e re m e lted i n th e furnace and the pit

W w c and o u t and mm e to e n e ere ast wr gh ha er d d sig , We w e re cut and filed and too led and gauged to

fi t. THE SECRET OF THE MACH INES 5

S o w c a nd i s all me ater, oal, Oil we ask, And a thousandth O fan inch to gi ve us play And no w o u s e t us o ur if y will to task, We will serve yo ufo ur-and-twenty hours a day !

We can pull and haul and push and lift and drive W e can pri nt and plo ugh and weave and h e at

and light,

r unand u w i a nd d e We can j mp and s m and fly iv , We can see and hear and count and re ad and write

! Would yo ucall a fri end from half acro ss the world ’ u le t e and w n a e If yo ll us have his nam to and st t , Yo ushall see and hear your crackling questionhurled A f e o u i cross the arch o heav n while y wa t . Has he answered ! Do es he need you at h i s sid e P can a i i i f o u o e You st rt th s very even ng y ch os , And take the Western Oc e an in the strid e Of seventy thousand horses and some screws !

The boat-e ! pre ss is waiting your command

' Yo u find Maur e tama th e u will the at q ay, ’ h e r a n u n d Till capt i t rns the lever eath his han ,

And m u i — c i o e s a the onstro s n ne de ked c ty g s to e .

D o yo uwish t o make the mountains bare their head And lay their new-cut tresses at yo ur fe e t ! DO o uw to un i e i n b e d y ant t r a r v r its , And plant a barren wilderness wi th wheat ! 6 THE SECRET O F THE MACHI NES

Shall w e pipe aloft and bring yo uwater d o w n F m - n c o fth e n w ro the never faili g isterns s o s ,

To o m m o u n w rk the ills and tra ways in y r tow , And irrigat e your orchards as it flows !

It is easy ! Give us dynamite a nd drills ! Watch the i ron-sho uldered ro cks lie dow n and quake

As e - e o and s the thirsty d sert lev l flo ds fill , And the valle y w e have dammed Become s a lake

e e e th e Law w w e e . But rememb r, pl as , by hich liv

no o o n We are t built t c mprehe d a lie . n o r We can neither love no r pity forgive . If yo umake a slip i n handling us yo udi e ! We a r e greater than th e Peo ples or the Kings um o uc e ne o ur o Be h ble, as y rawl b ath r ds O ur u can c e n to ch alter all reat d thi gs, — We are everything o n earth e! cept The Go ds !

Tho ugh o ur s mo ke may hide the H eavens fr o myo ur e es y , I t will vanis h and the star s will s hine a ain g , — Be ca us e fo r a ll o ur p o we r and we ight and s iz e We ar e no thing mo r e than childr e n ofyo ur br ain SOUTH AFRI C A

SOUT H AFRlCA

( lVr itte n 1902)

L E D w o u IV a woman nderf l, ( May the Lord amend her !) i n Neither s mple, ki d, nor true , But her pagan beauty dre w Christian gentlemen a few n Hotly to atte d her .

Chr is tian ge ntleme n a fe w Fr o mBe r wick unto Do ve r ! Fo r s he was S o uth Afr ica And s he was S o uth Afr ica She was Our S o uth A r ica f , Afr ica a ll o ve r !

Half her land was dead with drout, Half was red with battle !

Sh e o was fenced with fire and sw rd , u o n n c o u ue Plag e pestile e tpo r d, Lo custs on the greening sw ard And murrain o n the cattle !

Tr u a r ue an t u e , h t , d o ve r r e That is why we lo v e he r Fo r s he is S o uth Afr ica And s he is S o uth Afr ica

She is Our S o uth A r ica f , Afri ca all o ve r ! SO UTH AFRI C A

Bitter hard her lovers toiled, S u i n candalo s the r payme t, Food fo rgot o n trains derailed Cattle-dung where fuel failed Water where the mules had stal e d And sackcloth for thei r rai ment

S o she filled their mo nth s w ith dust And their bones with fever. Greete d them w ith cruel lie s ! Treated them despiteful -w ise ! Meted them calamities Till they vowed to leave her !

o They took ship and they to k sail, R i n s ag g, from her border ,

In a little, none the less, u They forgot their sore d resse, They forga ve her waywardness ! And returned for orders

They esteemed her favo ur more ’ Than a Throne s foundation . Fo r the glory o fher face Bade farewel l to breed and race - e Yea , and made their burial plac Altar of a Nation

e i u Wherefore, b ng bo ght by blood, And by bloo d restored THE TH OUS A NDTH MAN

TO the arms that nearly lost , Sh e sh e , because Of all cost, S n n m ta ds, a very woma , ost Perfect and adored !

On o ur e e t and let the mkno w y f , This is why we lo ve he r Fo r s he is S o uth Afr ica S he is Our So uth Afr ica I s Our Own S o uth A r ica f , 4fr ica a ll o ve r

THE THOUS ANDTH MAN

O NE S man in a thousand, olomon says, i o Will st ck more cl se than a brother. ’ And i t s wo rth while seeking h im half your days

If you find him before the other. Nine hundred and nin e ty-nine de pend O n what the world sees in you, But the Thousandth Man will stand your fri end i i o u W th the w hole round world ag n y .

0 ! ’ l is nei ther promise no r prayer nor show ’ i n fo r cc W ll settle the fi ding . ’ Nine hundred and ni nety-nine Of em go o u u By y ur looks or yo r acts or yo r glory. 2 I O MY BOY ! ACK !

But o ufind if he finds you and y him, ’ The rest o fthe world don t matter ! For the Tho usandth Man will sink o r sw i m o ui n an With y y water.

Yo ucan use his purse wi th no more talk n u u h i s Tha he ses yo rs for spendings , And laugh and meet in your daily walk

As u b e s tho gh there had e n no lending . ’ Nine hundred and ninety-nin e o f e m call For silver and gold in their deali ngs ’ ’ But the Thousandth Man he s worth e m

e u can S u e e s B ca se you how him yo r f ling .

’ ’ w s u s o u His rong yo r wrong, and his right y r right, f In season o r o ut o season . ’ Stand up and back it i n all men s sight With that for your only reaso n ’ Nin e hundred and ninetyfni ne can t bid e m o r in u The sha e mock g or la ghter, But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side To the gallows -foot— and after !

MY BOY ! ACK

! ! HAVE yo unews of my bo y ! ack

No t this tide .

’ ’ When d yo uthink that he 11 come back ! No t with this wind blo win and this tid g e.

‘ i 2 THE LONG TRAIL

' Ha i S s done w th the Tents of hem, dear las , ' v e n r u We seen the seaso s th o gh, ’ And i t s i m o n o ld i o ur o wn t e to turn the tra l, i o ut tra l, the trail, u o ut u o ut o n i — P ll , p ll , the Long Tra l the tr ail that i s always new !

’ u i - It s Nor t h yo may run to the r me ringed s un Or South to the blind Horn ’ s hate E t i n i i Or as all the way to Miss ssipp Bay, Or West to the Go lden Gate ! n b uff o o Where the bli dest l s h ld g od , dear

lass, th e i u And w ldest tales are tr e, And bi o n i o ur the men bulk g the old tra l, o wn i o ut tra l, the trail, — And life runs large o n the Long Trail the

trail that is always new .

s i i The days are ck and cold, and the sk es are grey

a nd Old , And the tw ice-breathed airs blow damp !

! ’ And I d sell my tired soul for the bucking be am-sea roll Of a black Bilbao tramp - in d With her load l e over her hatch, ear lass, And u D a dr nken ago crew, And w o n o ur her nose held do n the Old trail, o w n i o ut i tra l, the tra l From Cadi z Bar on the Lo ng Trail - the trail i s that always new. THE LONG TRAI L ! 3

h e i o f a o r There tr ple ways to take, the e gle the n s ake, Or the way Of a man with a maid ’ w w a to i s u n But the s eetest y me a ship s po the sea , -E a In the heel Of the North ast Tr de . o u o n e Can y hear the crash her bows, d ar lass, And u o f i c w the dr m the rac ng s re , As i t o n i o ur she ships green the Old tra l, o wn i th e o ut i tra l, tra l, ’ As she lifts and scends o n the Long Trail the trail that i s always new !

S e i u th e e the shak ng f nnels roar, with Peter at the

fore, And i n the fenders gr d and heave, And the derricks clack and grate, as the tackle

hooks the crate, And the fall-rope w hines through the sheave ! ’ I t s - u and in Gang plank p , dear lass , ’ It s Hawsers warp her through ’ And s All o n il o ur it clear aft the Old tra , o wn i o ut i tra l , the tra l, ’ We r e backing dow n o n the Long Trail- the i i s tra l that always new.

0 u i r -fo l us the m tter overs de, when the po t g ho ds i t ed , And the sirens hoot their dread ! ’ When foot by foot we creep o e r the hueless vi ew less deep To the sob Of the questing lead ! 1 4 THE LONG TRAI L

’ s o e s It down by the Lower H p , dear las ,

' th e Gunfle e t S i n e w With ands vi , u w i n i Till the Mo se s gs green on the Old tra l, o ur o w n o ut trail, the trail, And the Gull Light lifts o n the Long Trail i i s n w the tra l that always e .

’ 0 the z n i i s e bla i g trop c n ght, when the wake a w lt Of light h o t m That holds the sky ta e, A - i nd the steady fore foot snores through the planet powdered floors Where the scared wh ale fluk e s i n flame sun Her plates are scarred by the , dear lass, And un de w her ropes are ta t with the , ’ r e m n o o n Old o ur For we boo i g d wn the trail, o wn i o ut tra l, the trail, ’ — We r e sagging south o n the Long Trail the i tra l that is always new .

d un n o Then home, get her home, where the r ke r llers

o c mb, And ui i the sho t ng seas dr ve by, in i . And the eng nes stamp and r g, and the wet bows w reel and s ing, And the Southern Cross ri des high ! a Yes , the old lost st rs wheel back, dear lass, u That blaz e i n the velvet bl e . ’ all i n o n o ld o ur They re Old fr e ds the trail,

o w n i o ut l tra l , the trai , ’ ’ They r e God s o w n guides o n the Long Trail — w the trail that i s always ne . IF 1 5

0 m to Fly forward , y heart, from the Foreland the Start ’ W e r min all to o e stea g slow , ’ And it s twenty thousand mile to o ur little la z y i sl e Where the trumpet-orchids blow ! Yo uhave h e ard th e call o fthe o ff-shore wind And the voi ce o fthe deep -sea rain ! — Yo uhave heard the song how long ! how long Pull out o n th e trail again !

w The Lord knows hat we may find, dear lass, And The Deuce knows w hat we may do ’ But w e r e o n o ld i o u back once more the tra l, r o w n i o ut i tra l, the tra l, ’ r e o u o n i — We d wn, h ll down, the Long Tra l the trai l that i s always new

I F you can keep your head when all about you Ar e losing theirs and blaming i t o n yo u can u l b o u If you trust yo rse f when all men dou t y , But make allowance for their doubting to o ! o u i i i i n If y can wa t and not be t red by wa t g, ’ e i i e u e a i n i Or b ng l d abo t, don t d l l es, ’ i i w a Or be ng hated don t g ve y to hating, ’ And to o d o yet don t look goo , nor talk t o wi se . 1 6 I F

— I f yo u can dream and not make dreams your mas ter — If yo u can think and not make thoughts your ai m

If yo ucan meet w ith Tri umph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just th e same ’ If yo ucan bear to hear the truth yo u v e spoke n fo r o o Twisted by knaves to make a trap f ls , Or watch the things yo ugave your life to broken ’ and ui u w m- And stoop b ld em p with o o ut tools .

If yo ucan make one h eap o fall your winnings d i i t o ne u o f i - - An r sk on t rn p tch and toss, nd a i u n n A lose, and st rt aga n at yo r begin i gs And never breathe a w ord about your loss If yo ucan force yo ur heart and nerve and sinew u u n n a e n To serve yo r t r lo g fter th y are go e, And so hold o n when there i s nothing i n yo u E! cept the Will which says to them ! Hold o n !

o u i u i u If y can talk w th crowds and keep yo r v rt e, i th Ki — no r u Or walk w ngs lose the common to ch , o r u o u If neither foes nor l ving f iends can h rt y , u o u but to o mu If all men co nt with y , none ch ! i fyo ucan fill the unforgiving minute ’ i i! o f r un W th s ty seconds worth distance , ’ Y i s E i n s in i t ours the arth and everyth g that , ’ - - And i i s m ! o ull be ! wh ch ore y a Man, my son TRAW LERS 1 7

T RAWLERS

( lVr itte n 1914) — DAWN o ffthe Foreland the young floo d making ! umble d and short and steep ’ Black i n the hollows and bri ght w here it s break i ng w A kward water to sw eep . i t i n M nes repor ed the fairway, ' Wa f and a n rn all tra fic det i . S n C A i S e t up Unity, laribel, ssyr an, tormcock, and i Golden Ga n .

— Noon o ffthe Foreland the first e bb making m Lu py and strong i n the bight . o m b and l -hut i B o after oom, the go f shak ng And the jackdaws wi ld wi th fright ! i n i Mines located the fa rway, no w i Boats work ng up the chain , S — i C b As i S weepers Un ty, lari el, syr an, tormcock, i and Golden Ga n.

— Dusk o ffthe Foreland the last light going And f n u the tra fic crowdi g thro gh, And fi ve damned trawlers with thei r syr e e ns blowing Heading the whole revi ew S e i n i we p completed the fa rway. No n i more mi es rema n . Se back i C i A i S nt Un ty, lar bel, ssyr an , tormcock, and i Golden Ga n . 1 8 THE HOLY W AR

THE HOLY WAR

( Wr itten 19 17)

Fo r h e e la th e e ! ce e nt w s o m o f him at u t anso n] r y ll i d th b il M , that th e w alls co uld ne v e r be bro k e n do w n no r hurt by th e mo s t mighty adv e rs e po te ntate unl e s s th e to wns me n gav e co nse nt ’ t e o un an s H o l Wa r he r t . B y y

A E o ut Be d o r d TI NK R of f , A va r ant o t in uad g f q , A r ivate under Fai aa' p rf , A minis ie r o God f , Tmo hundr e dye ar s and thir ty E r e Ar mage ddo n came His sin le hand o r tr a ed it g p y , And Bunyan was his name

m w h o He apped , for those follow, The w orld in which we are This famous to wn of Manso nl

That takes the Holy War. u e Her tr e and traitor peopl , n The gates alo g her wall, un From Eye Gate to Feel Gate,

! ohn Bunyan showed them all .

ll e e d i s n A n my iv io s, R u o f e cr its every class, And highly-screened positions Fo r flame or poison-gas !

2 0 THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN

A edlar r o ma hove l p f , The lo wes t o the lo w f , The athe r o the No ve l f f , ’ S alvatio n s r s t D o e fi ef , Eight blinde d g e ne r atio ns Er e Ar ma eddo n came g , He sho wed us ho w to m e t e it, And Banyan was his name

THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN

O UR England i s a garden that is full o f s tately i w v e s, b ubb i Of borders, eds and shr er es and lawns and

avenues, Wi th statues o n the terraces and peacocks strutting by ! But the Glory o fthe Garden lies i n more than meets

the eye .

Fo r e o ld u l n i wher the thick la re s grow, alo g the th n

red wall, ’ Yo u11 find the tool and potting-sheds whi ch are the t o f hear all, Th e - m and - - i cold fra es the hot houses, the dung p ts

and the tanks,

t and - i The rollers, car s, drain pipes, w th the barrows nd a the planks . THE GLORY OF THE GARDEN 2 1

’ nd o u11 n A there y see the garde ers, the men and ’ prentice boys Told o ff to do as they are bid and do i t wi thout noise ! Fo r ! and , e cept when seeds are planted we shout to th e scare birds, Th e o f i t i no t i n Glory the Garden ab deth words .

And some can po t begonias and some can bud a

rose, And some -are har dly fit to trust with anything that gr ows ! But they can roll and trim the lawns and sift the

sand and loam, o f r i For the Glory the Ga den occup eth all who come .

E i s u Our ngland a garden, and s ch gardens are not made i i b ut and i in i n h By s ng ng Oh, how ea iful, s tt g t e shade While better men than we go o ut and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel -paths with broken - i dinner kn ves .

’ ’ e s no t i o f i s Ther a pa r legs so th n, there not a head so i th ck, ’ s so i There not a hand weak and wh te, nor yet a a i he rt so s ck, ' But it can find some needful j ob that s cr ying to b e do ne,

For th e o f lo r ifie th o ne Glory the Garden g every , 2 2 THE FLO WERS

Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till u f rther orders, ’ If i t s only netting strawberries or killing slugs on border s ! And when your back sto ps aching and your hands i beg n to harden, Yo uwill find yourself a par tner in the Glory of the

Garden .

A m n e h i m Oh, da was a garde er, and God who mad sees ’ That half a proper garden e r s wo rk i s done upon his

knees, S o n u o u can o u whe yo r work is finished, y wash y r hands and pray For the Glory o f the Garden that it may no t pass away ' And the Glo ry of the Gar den it shall ne ve r pass away

THE FLOWERS

B UY my Englis h p osies K e nt and Sur r ey may ' Vio le ts of the Unde r clifi lVe t with Channe l sp r ay Cows lip s fr o m a De vo n co mbe Midlandfur z e afi r e Buy my Englis h p o s ies ’ ’ And I ll s e llyo ur he ar t s des ir e THE FLO WERS 2 3

Buy my Engli sh posi es ! Yo u that scorn the May, ’ Won t yo ugreet a friend from home Half the world away ! n t ift Gree agains the draggled dr , Faint and frail and fi r s t Buy my Northern blood -root ’ And I ll know where yo uwere nursed R i - i C obin down the logg ng road wh stles , ome to me ! i u - i Spr ng has fo nd the maple grove, the sap is runn ng free All i n C call u i - the w ds of anada the plo gh ng rain . e u u s Tak the flower and t rn the ho r, and ki s your love again

Buy my Engli sh posi es ’ Here s to match your need Bu u o f t y a t ft royal hea h , Buy a bunch o fweed White as sand o fMui se nb e r g Spun before the gale Buy my heath and li lies ’ And I ll tell you whence yo uhail ! Under hot Constantia broad th e vineyards lie Thro n ed and thorned the aching berg pro ps the

speckless sky . Slow below the Wynberg firs trai ls the tilted wain u u s- u Take the flower and t rn the ho r, and kis yo r love again ! 2 4 THE FLOWERS

Buy my Engli sh posies Yo uthat w ill no t turn

Bu -w o i s y my hot o d clemat , ’ Buy a frond o fe rn Gathered w here the Erskin e le aps D o wn the road to Lorne Buy my Chri stmas creeper ’ And I 11 say where yo uw e re bo rn West away from Melbourne dus t holidays be gi n They that m o ck at Paradise w o o at Cora Linn Through th e great S o uth Otway gums sings the great South Main

e and u and s ur Take the flow r t rn the hour, ki s yo lov e agai n !

Buy my English posi es ’ Here s your choi ce unsold ! Bu b - -b y a lood red myrtle loom, ’ Buy the kowhai s gold ’ u o n u Fl ng for gift Ta po s face, Sign that spring is come Buy my clinging myrtle ’ And I 11 give yo uback your home Broom behind the windy tow n ! pollen o f the pine Bell-bird i n the leafy deep w h ere the r atas tw in e

o -b o w fla! u Fern ab ve the saddle , pon the plain

e w th e u s u Tak the flo er and turn ho r, and kis yo r love again ! GUNGA DI N 2 5

Buy my English po sies ! Ye that have your o w n ' Buy the m for a brother s sake s Over eas, alone Wee d ye trample unde rfoot Flo ods his heart abr im ’ i e B rd ye never he ded , s h e h i s h i m! Oh, calls dead to Far and far o ur homes are set round the S ev e n S e as us ifwe w h o e ! Woe for forget, we hold by thes

c - o m b Unto ea h his mother beach , blo and ird and land o f n S l u Masters the Seve eas, oh , ove and nderstand

GUNGA DI N

’ Yo umay talk 0 gin and beer ’ ’ n o u r e u o ut Whe y q artered safe ere, ’ ’ ’ An yo u r e sent t o penny-figh ts an Aldershot i t ! But when it come s to slaughter Yo u u w o o n will do yo r rk water, ’ ’ ’ ’ An yo ull li ck the blo o mi n boots of 1mthat s got ’ No w I n i a s un m in j s ny cli e, Where I used to spend my time ’ ’ A— n o f Er M s u servi aje ty the Q een, Of all them blackfac e d cre w The finest man I kne w o ur i n i i un Di n Was reg me tal bh st , G ga . 2 6 GUNGA . DI N

He was ! Din ! Di n ! Di n ! ’ ’ Yo u um 0 - u un Di n ! limpin l p brick d st, G ga Hi ! S lippy hithe r ao

! P ane e lao 1 Water, get it - o un D n Yo usquidgy nosed old id l, G ga i .

’ Th e unifo rm e w ore ’ n n u e o e Was othi m ch b f r , ’ ’ ’ An e n 0 i nd rath r less tha arf that be , ’ Fo r a piece 0 tw isty rag

’ An a go ats kin wate r-bag ’ fi ld- u m n o u Was all the e e q ip e t e c ld find . ’ When the sw e atin troo p-train lay ’ i u th e In a sid n thro gh day, ’ ’ Where th e eat would make your blo o mi n e yebro w s w cra l, 2 We sh o uted Harry By o ur e i - Till throats w re br cky dry, ’ ’ ’ ’ w o i m u e c u n t s e v e as Then we pped ca se o ld r all . It was ! Din ! Din ! Di n ! ’ ’ Yo u e ath e n e e m s e o u e e ! , wh r the i chi f ave y b n 3 Yo uput s o me j ulde e i n i t ’ 4 Or I ll mar r o w yo uthi s minute ’ o u n u m e m un Di n If y do t fill p y h l et, G ga

’ ’ E would dot an carry o n e Till th e l o ngest day w a s d o n e

’ ’ ’ ’ An e n e m to n w h us e 0 e did t se k o t e f ar. w e e o o r cut If charg d or br ke , ’ Yo uco u o u blo o mi n nut ld bet y r ,

1 2 n wate sw t . E uv a e n fo r o e Bri g r if ly q i l t O Br th r . 4 Be u k Hit o c u. q i . y

2 8 OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS

’ E carried me aw ay To o o where a d li lay, ’ ’ An u m i a b llet co e an dr lled the beggar clean . ’ E ut me n p safe i side, ’ ’ An u e j st before died, ’ o u u i s e z u Din I ope y liked yo r dr nk, G nga . ’ ’ S o I ll meet im later o n At the place where e is go ne ’ Wh e re i t s alw ays d o uble drill and no canteen ’ ’ ’ E 11 be s quatti n o n the coals ’ n di ink mn us Givi to poor da ed so l , ’ ’ An I ll get a swig in hell from Gunga Di n ! Ye s Di n ! D111 ! ! , Din Yo uLaz ar ush i an -leather Gunga Din ! ’ h u v e b e o uand o u T o gh I elt d y flayed y ,

‘ ’ th e li v i n w m o u By Ga d that ade y , ’ Yo u r e Din a better man than I am, Gunga

O UR LADY o r THE SNOWS !

( Wr itten 1 8 97)

A NATI N sp o k e to N O a ation, A Q ueen s e nt word to a Thron e ’ u i n mo o u Da ghter am I my ther s h se, u i o wn B t m stress in my . n The gates are mi e to open, As th e e mi to gat s are ne close , And m u i n o I set y ho se rder, ur n Sai d o Lady of the S ows . OUR LADY OF THE SNOW S 2 9

w u n Ne ith e r ith la ghter nor weepi g, ’ Fe ar o r the child s amaz e ’ S o berly under the Wh ite Man s law

My white me n go their ways . ’ No t for t h e Gentil e s clamo ur Insul t o r threat o fblow s

Bo w w e th e to knee Baal , o f n Said o ur Lady the S ows .

i s c n My speech lean and si gle, I talk o f common things Words o fthe wharf and the marke t-plac e And the ware the merchant brings ! u to o u Favo r th se I favo r,

But um in - o e a st bl g bl ck to my fo s . n b e us Ma y there that hate , S o ur o f Sn aid Lady the ows .

I call e d my chiefs to council In the din o fa troubled ye ar ! For the sake of a sign ye wo uld not And Wo u a rd ye wo ld not hear. This is o ur message and answer ! This i s th e path we chose ! ! we For be also a people, S d th e Sn ai our Lady of ows .

Carry the w ord to my sisters To ue o f E the Q ens the ast and the South . I have pro ven faith in the Heri tage o u By m re than the word of the mo th . 3 0 THE D AW N W IND

They that are w ise may fo llow ’ Er e w - um e the orld s war tr p t blows, But 1— 1 am th e first in battle, S i ur f n w a d o Lady o the S o s .

A Natio n s oke to a Natio n p ,

A Thr o ne s e nt wo r d to a Thr o ne

' ’ D au hte r amI in m mo the r s ho us e g y , But mis tr ess in m o wn y . The ates ar e mine to o en g p ,

As the ates a r e mine to clo s e g , ’ And I abide b m Mo the r s H o us e y y , r o the S n S aid o u Lady f o ws .

THE DAWN WIND

’ AT tw o th e n n o u e o u o clock m mor i g, if y op n y r wmdo w e n and list , Yo uw ill hear the feet o f the Wind that i s going

to call the s un. And the trees i n the shadow rustle and the tre es in i the moonlight gl sten , And u i t i s n o u l tho gh deep, dark ight, y fee that

the night i s don e .

h e z e fo r S o do the cows in t field . They gra an hour

and li e wn do , Doz ing and ch e wi ng the cud ! o r a bird i n the i v y e wak s, THE DAW N W IND 3 1

’ u o n n o and a nd th e e ss ! i nd Chirr ps e te is still , restl strays on e th e o s o Fidg ting far down r ad , till, ftly, the dark

ness breaks .

o u e n w w e Back c mes the Wind f ll str gth , ith a blo lik ’ n e n an a g l s wi g,

e n e but w in th e w o o us G tl ak g rld, as he sh t ! Sun ! The Sun ! And the light floods o ver th e fi e lds and th e birds e n t o n b gi si g,

nd n e o w n i n th e s I t A the Wi d di s d gra s . is Day

h is w o and ork is d ne .

So e i s e s e m no wh n the world asleep, and ther e s hope of h e r waking O ut lo n m m of the g , bad drea that akes her

u and m m tter oan,

Su all me n i to th e e o f e ddenly , ar se nois f tters b e i r ak ng, And e v e ry o n e smil e s at his n e ighbour and t e lls h im h i s soul is his o wn ! 3 z BIG STEAMERS

BIG STEAMERS

( lVr itte n 1910)

011 w ar e o u o n to o u S me , here y g i g , all y Big tea rs, ’ n n o wn u an d o w Wi th E gla d s coal, p d n the salt seas ! ! We are going t o fe tch yo u your bread and your u e b tt r, an d u n e s Your beef, pork, m tto , gg , apples, and ! che e se .

And e o u e i t o m o u wher will y f tch fr , all y Big S m tea ers, And wh e re shall I wri te yo u w h e n yo u are ! aw ay !

i t o une u and Van We fetch fr m Melbo r , Q ebec, couve t A n - n ddress us at Hobart, Ho g ko g, and Bombay .

But n e n to o u S e m if anythi g happ ed all y Big t a ers, And suppose yo uw e re wrecked up and d o wn th e salt sea ’ o u d e n o o ffe o r n fo r e Why, y hav c e baco br akfast, ’ ! nd o u d e n o uf n s fo r o u a A y hav m fi s or toa t y r t e .

’ Then I ll pray fo r fine weather fo r all yo u Big S e t amers ,

z o Fo r little blue billows and bre e e s s soft. ’ and z n e S e a e r Oh , billows bree es do t both r Big t m s ’ - n o We r e iron below and ste e l riggi g al ft. THE CHILDREN 3 3

’ Then I ll build a ne w lightho use fo r all yo uBig S me tea rs,

With plenty w ise pilo ts to pilot yo uthro ugh . ’ Oh the Channel s as bright as a ball - ro om lr e ad y,

And o s pil ts are thicker than pilchard at Looe .

e w can do fo r o u o u S Th n hat I y , all y Big teamers,

' w do fo r u m o o ! Oh, hat can I yo r co f rt and go d S e n d o ut your big w arships to watch your big e wat rs ,

no o n ma m n n o fOo d That e y stop us fro bri gi g y u .

For the br e ad that o ue at and the biscuits o unibble y y , The s we e ts that yo u suck and the j o ints that yo u

car ve , They ar e br o ught to yo udaily by All Us Big Ste ame r s

0 0 O And gfany o ne hi nde r s o ur co mi ng yo ull s ta z ve

THE CHILDREN

THESE were o ur children w h o die d for o ur lands e o ur th e y wer dear in sight . We have o nly the memo ry left o f their home

e u and l u e tr as red sayings a ght r. e o ur be o ur n The pric of loss shall paid to ha ds , ’ e no t anoth r s hereafter.

N e th e Al e no r s c e o n eith r i n Prie t shall de id it .

That is o ur right . ! But who s ha ll r e tur n as the childr e n s 3 4 THE CHILDREN

At th e h o ur th e Barbarian cho s e to dis close his n prete ces,

And Man e raged against , they engag d, on the e e us breasts that th y bar d for , The first fe lon-s tro ke o f the sw o rd h e had l o ng time pre pared for us Thei r bo di e s were all o ur defence while we w ro ught

o ur defences .

u n w e o o n They bo ght us a e with th ir blo d, f rbeari g

to m us bla e , Th o se hours w hi ch w e had n o t made go o d w hen ’ m n o am the ! udg e t e r c e us .

i e us and e e fo r They bel ev d p rish d it. O ur st at e o ur e n n craft, l ar i g Delivered them bound to the Pit and alive to the burni ng Whith e r they mirthfully has te ne d as jostling for h o no un

No t since h e r birth has o ur Earth seen such worth loosed upon her !

r i o r c n im e o n No was their agony br ef, on e o ly pos d

e th m .

o u th e - i c The w nded, war spent, the s ck re eived no e ! empti o n Being cured they returned and endure d and a chie ved o ur e e o n r d mpti ,

s m e e s o f e l m i Hopel e s the s lv r lief, til Death, arvell ng,

closed o n the m .

3 6 THE BEGINNINGS

THE BEGINNINGS

( lVr itte n 1 9 16)

I T o f e o o was not part th ir bl d , It cam e to th e m v e ry late

n to o With lo g arrears make go d, n E Whe the nglish began to hate .

e e no t mo Th y wer easily ved, The y w ere i cy-willing to w ait

e e un u e d Till v ry co t sho ld be prov . Er e En s ' the gli h began to hate .

i e n and Their vo ces were ve low, e e e and Th ir yes wer level straight,

’ n no r o There was either sign sh w, E i n When the ngl sh bega to hate .

w as no t c w It prea hed to the cro d,

w as no t u b th e S It ta ght y tate,

No man o e u sp k it alo d, n t h e E n to Whe nglish bega hate .

I t no t u n was s dde ly bred , . w n o t w It ill s iftly abate, u th e e Thro gh chill years ah ad, When Time shall count from th e

h e En l e That t g ish began to hat . ' ! FOR ALL WE HAVE AND ARE 3 7

FO R ALL WE HAVE AND ARE

( lVr itte n 19 14)

FO R all we have and are, ’ o ur n For all childre s fate, S u and tand p meet the war, The Hun i s at the gate ! O ur world has passed away ’ n o h r o w n In wa tonness e r t . There is no thing left to day But steel and fire and ston e ! u all Tho gh we knew depart, The o ld commandments stand

I n o u courage keep y r heart, u n In strength lift up yo r ha d .

Once more we hear the word That sickened earth of old No law e ! cept the Sword n and n U sheathed u controlled . n m n O ce more it knits anki d, Once m o re the nations go To meet and break and bind

A z i cra ed and dr ven foe .

Co m fort, content, delight, ’ o - u i The ages sl w bo ght ga n , i n They shrivelled a night, Only ourselves remain ! 3 8 ! FOR ALL W E HAVE AND ARE

To fac e th e naked days In sil e n t fortitude Through pe rils and dismays

R n w r e - e e w e e ed and r n ed . u Tho gh all we made depart , ’ The old commandm e nts stand a e e e u e a In p ti nce k p yo r h rt, ! u u n In strength lift p yo r ha d .

No e asy hopes or lies

S n us t o o ur hall bri g goal , But iro n sacrifice

. u Of body, will and so l . There i s but o ne task for all F r o ne i i o each l fe to g ve . Wh o stands iffre e dom fall ! Wh o dies if England live