What stir across the haze of heat? What omen down the wind? The buck that break before my feet- Collected. 1914-18 FAREWELL and adieu to you, Harwich Ladies, For we've received orders to work to the eastward We'll duck and we'll dive like little tin turtles, The first thing we did was to dock in a minefield, The next thing we did, we rose under a Zeppelin, But what in the Heavens can you do with six-pounders? Farewell and adieu, &c. Fringes of the Fleet. SONG OF THE FIFTH RIVER WHEN first by Eden Tree, The Four Great Rivers ran, But after this was ordained, Then He Whom the Rivers obey And a Fifth Great River shall run, In secret the Earth around; And Her secret evermore, Shall be shown to thee and thy Race." So it was said and done. And, deep in the veins of Earth, And Israel laid down. His sceptre and his crown, To brood on that River bank, And burrowed in earth and fell, And bided a season below, For reason that none might know, He is Lord of the Last The Fifth, most wonderful, Flood. A thousand leagues to the South. He can foresay: "She will rise." A thousand leagues to the North. He knows what each will bring forth, A Ruler without a Throne, In no land King is he. But the Fifth Great River keeps For Israel alone, As it was ordered to be. L THE CHILDREN'S SONG AND of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race. Father in Heaven who lovest all. Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, Thy Grace may give The Truth whereby the Nations live. Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Teach us to look in all our ends, Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, Teach us Delight in simple things, And Love to all men 'neath the sun! Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride, Head, heart, and hand through the years to be! PARADE-SONG OF THE CAMP-ANIMALS ELEPHANTS OF THE GUN-TEAMS WE LENT to Alexander the strength of Hercules, Make way there, way for the ten-foot teams Of the Forty-Pounder train! GUN-BULLOCKS Those heroes in their harnesses avoid a cannon-ball, Of the Forty-Pounder train! CAVALRY HORSES By the brand on my withers, the finest of tunes Then feed us and break us and handle and groom, |