But if he finds you and you find him, For the Thousandth Man will sink or swim You can use his purse with no more talk His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right, In season or out of season. Stand up and back it in all men's sight With that for your only reason! Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide The shame or mocking or laughter, But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side To the gallows-foot-and after! THE WINNERS WHAT is the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at a pinch is a friend indeed, But a fool to wait for the laggard behind. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone. White hands cling to the tightened rein, One may fall but he falls by himself— Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed A ST. HELENA LULLABY WOW far is St. Helena from a little child at play?" HOW What makes you want to wander there with all the world between? Oh, Mother, call your son again or else he'll run away. (No one thinks of winter when the grass is green!) "How far is St. Helena from a fight in Paris street?" I haven't time to answer now-the men are falling fast. The guns begin to thunder, and the drums begin to beat. (If you take the first step, you will take the last!) "How far is St. Helena from the field of Austerlitz?" You couldn't hear me if I told-so loud the cannons roar. But not so far for people who are living by their wits. ("Gay go up" means "Gay go down" the wide world o'er !) "How far is St. Helena from an Emperor of France?" I cannot see I cannot tell-the crowns they dazzle so. The Kings sit down to dinner, and the Queens stand up to dance. (After open weather you may look for snow!) "How far is St. Helena from the Capes of Trafalgar?" "How far is St. Helena from the Beresina ice?" "How far from St. Helena to the Gate of Heaven's Grace?" CHIL'S SONG THESE were my companions going forth by night— (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to whistle them the ending of the fight. (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Word they gave me overhead of quarry newly slain, Word I gave them underfoot of buck upon the plain. Here's an end of every trail—they shall not speak again! They that cried the hunting-cry-they that followed fast(For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) They that bade the sambhur wheel, or pinned him as he passed (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) They that lagged behind the scent—they that ran before, They that shunned the level horn-they that over-bore. Here's an end of every trail-they shall not follow more. These were my companions. Pity 'twas they died! (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to comfort them that knew them in their pride. (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Tattered flank and sunken eye, open mouth and red, Locked and lank and lone they lie, the dead upon their dead. Here's an end of every trail-and here my hosts are fed! THE CAPTIVE [OT with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining NOT He answered his name at the muster and stood to the chaining. When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars that held them, He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld them. Ere the sad dust of the marshalled feet of the chain-gang swallowed him, Observing him nobly at ease, I alighted and followed him. Thus we had speech by the way, but not touching his sor row Rather his red Yesterday and his regal To-morrow, Wherein he statelily moved to the clink of his chains unre garded, Nowise abashed but contented to drink of the potion awarded. Embroidered with names of the Djinns-a miraculous weaving But the cool and perspicuous eye overbore unbelieving. Bound by this man we had bound, amid captives his cap ture Till he returned me to earth and the visions departed. But on him be the Peace and the Blessing; for he was greathearted! THE PUZZLER THE Celt in all his variants from Builth to Bally-hoo, do, And can logically predicate his finish by his start; But the English-ah, the English!-they are quite a race apart. Their psychology is bovine, their outlook crude and raw. They convert into a weaver's beam to break their foeman's head with. For undemocratic reasons and for motives not of State, |