And there you'll see the gardeners, the men and 'prentice boys Told off to do as they are bid and do it without noise; For, except when seeds are planted and we shout to scare the birds, The Glory of the Garden it abideth not in words. And some can pot begonias and some can bud a rose, loam, For the Glory of the Garden occupieth all who come. Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made There's not a pair of legs so thin, there's not a head so thick, There's not a hand so weak and white, nor yet a heart so sick, But it can find some needful job that's crying to be done, For the Glory of the Garden glorifieth every one. Then seek your job with thankfulness and work till further orders, If it's only netting strawberries or killing slugs on borders; And when your back stops aching and your hands begin to harden, You will find yourself a partner in the Glory of the Garden. Oh, Adam was a gardener, and God who made him sees That half a proper gardener's work is done upon his knees, So when your work is finished, you can wash your hands and pray For the Glory of the Garden that it may not pass away! GREAT-HEART (THEODORE ROOSEVELT IN 1919) The Interpreter then called for a man-servant of his, one Great-Heart." -Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress." CONCERNING brave Captains Our age hath made known. For all men to honour, One standeth alone, Of whom, o'er both oceans In purpose unsparing, In action no less, The labours he praised He would seek and profess And our world is none the braver Plain speech with plain folk, "Twixt neighbours or kings However it sped. Oh, our world is none more honest The heat of his spirit Struck warm through all lands; For he loved such as showed 'Emselves men of their hands; In love, as in hate, Paying home to the last. But our world is none the kinder Now Great-Heart hath passed! Hard-schooled by long power, Let those who would handle And his close-guarding shield; For those who must journey Henceforward alone Have need of stout convoy THE END Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told. 279 About the time that taverns shut 725 Across a world where all men grieve 446 After the burial-parties leave 365 After the sack of the City when Rome was sunk to a name 712 "And some are sulky, while some will plunge. And they were stronger hands than mine As Adam lay a-dreaming beneath the Apple Tree "'As anybody seen Bill 'Awkins?" As I was spittin' into the Ditch aboard the Crocodile, As I left the Halls at Lumley, rose the vision of a comely As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine, As the dawn was breaking the Sambhur belled- At Runnymede, at Runnymede, At the close of a winter day, At the hole where he went in At times when under cover I 'ave said, At two o'clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen, 'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor. 638 700 574 700 738 504 59 492 161 734 750 381 708 537 752 470 129 49 169 604 604 659 337 636 Broke to every known mischance, lifted over all Beneath the deep verandah's shade, Between the waving tufts of jungle-grass, Beyond the path of the outmost sun through utter darkness hurled- Boanerges Blitzen, servant of the Queen, Boh Da Thone was a warrior bold: Brethren, how shall it fare with me PAGE 72 634 95 571 19 283 376 335 Buy my English posies! . 216 By the Hoof of the Wild Goat uptossed 690 By the Laws of the Family Circle 'tis written in letters of brass By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,. 476 Cry "Murder" in the market-place, and each Dark children of the mere and marsh, Dawn off the Foreland-the young flood making Delilah Aberyswith was a lady-not too young- Dim dawn behind the tamarisks-the sky is saffron-yellow- Duly with knees that feign to quake- 'E was warned agin 'er- Eddi, priest of St. Wilfrid England's on the anvil-hear the hammers ring- Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai 573 635 693 61 359 509 581 748 302 Ere Mor the Peacock flutters, ere the Monkey People cry,. Ere the steamer bore him Eastward, Sleary was engaged to marry Excellent herbs had our fathers of old- For our white and our excellent nights--for the nights of swift running, 707 For the sake of him who showed For things we never mention, From the wheel and the drift of Things Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail. Gay go up and gay go down.. Go, stalk the red deer o'er the heather, God gave all men all earth to love, 591 110 680 379 768 573 244 |