Dear-bought and clear, a thousand year, Make we likewise their sacrifice, CHAPTER HEADINGS BEAST AND MAN IN INDIA THEY HEY killed a child to please the Gods And I have bled in that Babe's stead I bear the sins of sinful men They drive me forth to Heaven's wrath. I am the meat of sacrifice, The ransom of man's guilt, For they give my life to the altar-knife The Goat. Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, Great is the sword and mighty is the pen, But over all the labouring ploughman's bladeFor on its oxen and its husbandmen An Empire's strength is laid. The Oxen. The torn boughs trailing o'er the tusks aslant, The black bulk heaving where the oxen pant, The Elephant. Dark children of the mere and marsh, Outcaste they wait at the village gate With folk of low degree. Their pasture is in no man's land, Their food the cattle's scorn, Their rest is mire and their desire The thicket and the thorn. But woe to those that break their sleep, To rouse the herd-bull from his keep, The wild boar from his lair! Pigs and Buffaloes. The beasts are very wise, Shouts in their silky ears LIFE'S HANDICAP THE Out of the night came the patient wraith. Speechless and strengthless, a shadow thin, The dumb ghost follow his enemy! The Return of Imray. Before my Spring I garnered Autumn's gain, I saw the sunset ere men see the day, Without Benefit of Clergy. UNTO KIM INTO whose use the pregnant suns are poised, With idiot moons and stars retracting stars? Creep thou between-thy coming's all unnoised. Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars. Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray (By Adam's, fathers', own, sin bound alway); Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and say Which planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars. MANY INVENTIONS THERE'S a convict more in the Central Jail, There's a lifter less on the Border trail, And the Queen's Peace over all, Dear boys, The Queen's Peace over all! For we must bear our leader's blame, On us the shame will fall, If we lift our hand from a fettered land And the Queen's Peace over all, Dear boys, The Queen's Peace over all! The Lost Legion. 'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, For the bullocks are walking two by two, The byles are walking two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Great-big-long-black-forty-pounder guns. Jiggery-jolty to and fro, Each as big as a launch in tow Blind-dumb-broad-breeched—beggars o' battering-guns. My Lord the Elephant. All the world over, nursing their scars, Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid, Sons of the Laurel who press to your meed, Collected. PUT forth to watch, unschooled, alone, The mottled lizard 'neath the stone Is wiser here than I. |