OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS 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; This is our message and answer: 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. I have proven faith in the Heritage By more than the word of the mouth. They that are wise may follow Ere the world's war-trumpet blows: But I-I am first in the battle,' Said our Lady of the Snows. A Nation spoke to a Nation, A Throne 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 abide by my mother's house,' Said our Lady of the Snows. I 'ET DONA FERENTES' (1896) N extended observation of the ways and works of man, From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the plains of Hindustan: I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial ruction rise, And the men of half creation damning half creation's eyes. I have watched them in their tantrums, all that pentecostal crew, French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew, Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white, But it never really mattered till the English grew polite; Till the men with polished toppers, till the men in long frock-coats, Till the men that do not duel, till the men who fight with votes, Till the breed that take their pleasures as Saint Laurence took his grid, Began to 'beg your pardon' and-the knowing croupier hid. 'ET DONA FERENTES' Then the bandsmen with their fiddles, and the girls that bring the beer, Felt the psychologic moment, left the lit casino clear; But the uninstructed alien, from the Teuton to the Gaul, Was entrapped, once more, my country, by that suave, deceptive drawl. As it was in ancient Suez or 'neath wilder, milder skies, I 'observe with apprehension' when the racial ructions rise; And with keener apprehension, if I read the times aright, Hear the old casino order: 'Watch your man, but be polite. 'Keep your temper. Never answer (that was why they spat and swore). Don't hit first, but move together (there's no hurry) to the door. Back to back, and facing outward while the linguist tells 'em how "Nous sommes allong a notre batteau, nous ne voulong pas un row.' So the hard, pent rage ate inward, till some idiot went too far 'Let 'em have it!' and they had it, and the same was serious war. Fist, umbrella, cane, decanter, lamp and beer-mug, chair and boot Till behind the fleeing legions rose the long, hoarse yell for loot. Then the oil-cloth with its numbers, as a banner fluttered free; Then the grand piano cantered, on three castors, down the quay; White, and breathing through their nostrils, silent, systematic, swift They removed, effaced, abolished all that man could heave or lift. Oh, my country, bless the training that from cot to castle runs The pitfall of the stranger but the bulwark of thy sonsMeasured speech and ordered action, sluggish soul and unperturbed, Till we wake our Island-Devil-nowise cool for being curbed! When the heir of all the ages 'has the honour to remain,' When he will not hear an insult, though men make it ne'er so plain, When his lips are schooled to meekness, when his back is bowed to blows Well the keen aas-vogels know it-well the waiting jackal knows. Build on the flanks of Etna where the sullen smoke-puffs float Or bathe in tropic waters where the lean fin dogs the boat Cock the gun that is not loaded, cook the frozen dyna mite But oh, beware my country, when my country grows polite! Τ' THE ROWERS (1902) HE banked oars fell an hundred strong, As they brought the war-boat round. They had no heart for the rally and roar, When the great blades cleave and hold and leave They sang:-'What reckoning do ye keep, If we come unscathed from the Southern deep, 'Last night ye swore our voyage was done, But seaward still we go; And ye tell us now of a secret vow Ye have made with an open foe! "That we must lie off a lightless coast And haul and back and veer, At the will of the breed that have wronged us most For a year and a year and a year! |