Take up the White Man's burden - The tale of common things. The roads ye shall not tread, Take up the White Man's burden - The hate of those ye guard The cry of hosts ye humour (Ah, slowly!) toward the light:"Why brought ye us from bondage, "Our loved Egyptian night?" Take up the White Man's burden By all ye cry or whisper, Shall weigh your Gods and you. Take up the White Man's burden The easy, ungrudged praise. HYMN BEFORE ACTION 1896 THE earth is full of anger, The seas are dark with wrath, Go up against our path: Ere yet we draw the blade, Lord God of Battles, aid! High lust and froward bearing, Deaf ear and soul uncaring, We seek Thy mercy now! The fool that passed Thee by, Our times are known before Thee Lord, grant us strength to die! RECESSIONAL 1897 GOD of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, 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! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe, Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding, calls not Thee to guard, For frantic boast and foolish word Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! THE THREE-DECKER 1894 "The three-volume novel is extinct." FULL thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail. It cost a watch to steer her, and a week to shorten sail; Fair held the breeze behind us prayers. 't was warm with lovers' We'd stolen wills for ballast and a crew of missing heirs. They shipped as Able Bastards till the Wicked Nurse con fessed, And they worked the old three-decker to the Islands of the Blest. By ways no gaze could follow, a course unspoiled of cook, We asked no social questions—we pumped no hidden shame — No moral doubt assailed us, so when the port we neared, I left 'em all in couples akissing on the decks. |