OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS 1897 (Canadian Preferential Tariff, 1897) A NATION spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: "Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, And I set my house in order," Said our Lady of the Snows. "Neither with laughter nor weeping, Soberly under the White Man's law Not for the Gentiles' clamour Bow we the knee to Baal," Said our Lady of the Snows. "My speech is clean and single, Favour to those I favour, But a stumbling-block to my foes. Many there be that hate us," Said our Lady of the Snows. "I called my chiefs to council In the din of a troubled year; For the sake of a sign ye would not see, And a word ye would not hear. This is our message and answer; This is the path we chose: For we be also a people," Said our Lady of the Snows. "Carry the word to my sisters To the Queens of the East and the South. By more than the word of the mouth. Ere the world's war-trumpet blows, A Nation spoke to a Nation, 66 A Throne sent word to a Throne: The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, AN AMERICAN The American spirit speaks: 1894 "IF the Led Striker call it a strike, Or the papers call it a war, Through many roads, by me possessed, And he the Text himself applies. The Celt is in his heart and hand, He guards the Redskin's dry reserve His easy unswept hearth he lends He camps, at sufferance, on the stoop. Calm-eyed he scoffs at sword and crown, Or, sombre-drunk, at mine and mart, But, through the shift of mood and mood, That bids him mock his hurrying soul; That bids him flout the Law he makes, Till, dazed by many doubts, he wakes The drumming guns that have no doubts; That checks him foolish-hot and fond, Inopportune, shrill-accented, That leaves him, careless 'mid his dead, How shall he clear himself, how reach Which knowledge vexes him a space; Home, to the instant need of things. Enslaved, illogical, elate, He greets th' embarrassed Gods, nor fears To shake the iron hand of Fate Or match with Destiny for beers. Lo, imperturbable he rules, Unkempt, disreputable, vast And, in the teeth of all the schools, I-I shall save him at the last! THE YOUNG QUEEN 1900 (The Commonwealth of Australia, inaugurated New Year's Day, 1901) HER hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel, She had not cast her harness of grey war-dinted steel; High on her red-splashed charger, beautiful, bold, and browned, Bright-eyed out of the battle, the Young Queen rode to be crowned. She came to the Old Queen's presence, in the Hall of Our Thousand Years In the Hall of the Five Free Nations that are peers among their peers: Royal she gave the greeting, loyal she bowed the head, Crying" Crown me, my Mother!" And the Old Queen stood and said:— "How can I crown thee further? I know whose standard flies Where the clean surge takes the Leeuwin or the coral barriers rise. Blood of our foes on thy bridle, and speech of our friends in thy mouth How can I crown thee further, O Queen of the Sovereign South? "Let the Five Free Nations witness!" But the Young Queen answered swift: "It shall be crown of Our crowning to hold Our crown for a gift. |