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Ye forced them follow in byways the craft that ye never taught.
Ye hindered and hampered and crippled; ye thrust out of sight and away
Those that would serve you for honour and those that
Then were the judgments loosened; then was your shame revealed,
At the hands of a little people, few but apt in the
Yet ye were saved by a remnant (and your land's longsuffering Star),
When your strong men cheered in their millions while your striplings went to the war.
Sons of the sheltered city-unmade, unhandled, un
Ye pushed them raw to the battle as ye picked them raw from the street.
And what did ye look they should compass? Warcraft learned in a breath,
Knowledge unto occasion at the first far view of Death? So! And ye train your horses and the dogs ye feed and
How are the beasts more worthy than the souls your sacrifice?
But ye said, "Their valour shall show them'; but ye said, 'The end is close.'
And ye sent them comfits and pictures to help them harry your foes,
ye vaunted your fathomless power, and ye flaunted your iron pride,
Ere-ye fawned on the Younger Nations for the men
who could shoot and ride!
Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls
With the flannelled fools at the wicket or the muddied oafs at the goals.
Given to strong delusion, wholly believing a lie,
Ye saw that the land lay fenceless, and ye let the months go by
Waiting some easy wonder: hoping some saving sign-
If ye grudge a year of service to the lordliest life on earth?
Ancient, effortless, ordered, cycle on cycle set,
Life so long untroubled, that ye who inherit forget It was not made with the mountains, it is not one with the deep.
Men, not gods, devised it. Men, not gods, must keep. Men, not children, servants, or kinsfolk called from afar, But each man born in the Island broke to the matter of
Soberly and by custom taken and trained for the same; Each man born in the Island entered at youth to the
As it were almost cricket, not to be mastered in haste, But after trial and labour, by temperance, living chaste. As it were almost cricket-as it were even your play, Weighed and pondered and worshipped, and practised day and day.
So ye shall bide sure-guarded when the restless lightnings wake
In the womb of the blotting war-cloud, and the pallid
So, at the haggard trumpets, instant your soul shall leap
Forthright, accoutred, accepting-alert from the wells of sleep.
So at the threat ye shall summon-so at the need ye shall send
Men, not children or servants, tempered and taught to the end;
Cleansed of servile panic, slow to dread or despise,
Do ye wait for the spattered shrapnel ere ye learn how a gun is laid?
For the low, red glare to southward when the raided coast-towns burn?
(Light ye shall have on that lesson, but little time to learn.)
Will ye pitch some white pavilion, and lustily even the
With nets and hoops and mallets, with rackets and bats and rods?
Will the rabbit war with your foemen-the red deer
horn them for hire?
Your kept cock-pheasant keep you?-he is master of many a shire.
Arid, aloof, incurious, unthinking, unthanking, gelt,
Will ye loose your schools to flout them till their brow
beat columns melt?
Will ye pray them or preach them, or print them, or ballot them back from your shore?
your workmen issue a mandate to bid them strike no more?
Will ye rise and dethrone your rulers? (Because ye were idle both?
Pride by insolence chastened? Indolence purged by
No doubt but ye are the People; who shall make you afraid?
Also your gods are many; no doubt but your gods shall
Idols of greasy altars built for the body's ease;
Proud little brazen Baals and talking fetishes;
Teraphs of sept and party and wise wood-pavement gods
These shall come down to the battle and snatch you from under the rods?
From the gusty, flickering gun-roll with viewless salvoes
And the pitted hail of the bullets that tell not whence they were sent.
When ye are ringed as with iron, when ye are scourged as with whips,
When the meat is yet in your belly, and the boast is yet on your lips;
When ye go forth at morning and the noon beholds you broke,
Ere ye lie down at even, your remnant, under the yoke.
No doubt but ye are the People-absolute, strong, and wise;
Whatever your heart has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes.
On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!
THE PEACE OF DIVES
HE Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay:
'Our World is full of wickedness, My Children maim and slay,
And the Saint and Seer and Prophet
Can make no better of it
Than to sanctify and prophesy and pray.
'Rise up, rise up, thou Dives, and take again thy gold,
And thy women and thy housen as they were to thee of old.
It may be grace hath found thee
In the furnace where We bound thee,
And that thou shalt bring the peace My Son foretold.'
Then merrily rose Dives and leaped from out his fire, And walked abroad with diligence to do the Lord's de
And anon the battles ceased,
And the captives were released,
And Earth had rest from Goshen to Gadire.