Or sap the power of Kings,
The Fifth Great River had birth,
Even as it was foretold-

The Secret River of Gold!

And Israel laid down

His sceptre and his crown,
To brood on that River bank,
Where the waters flashed and sank,
And burrowed in earth and fell,
And bided a season below,

For reason that none might know,
Save only Israel.

He is Lord of the Last

The Fifth, most wonderful, Flood.
He hears Her thunder past
And Her Song is in his blood.
He can foresay: 'She will fall,'
For he knows which fountain dries
Behind which desert-belt

A thousand leagues to the South.

He can foresay: 'She will rise.'
He knows what far snows melt
Along what mountain-wall

A thousand leagues to the North.
He snuffs the coming drouth
As he snuffs the coming rain,

He knows what each will bring forth,
And turns it to his gain.

SONG OF THE FIFTH RIVER

A Ruler without a Throne,
A Prince without a Sword,
Israel follows his quest.
In every land a guest,
Of many lands a lord,

In no land King is he.

But the Fifth Great River keeps
The secret of Her deeps

For Israel alone,

As it was ordered to be.

THE CHILDREN'S SONG

AND of our Birth, we pledge to thee

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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,
Oh help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age,
An undefiled heritage.

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,
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends,

On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.

THE CHILDREN'S SONG

Teach us the Strength that cannot seek,
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man's strength to comfort man's distress.

Teach us Delight in simple things,
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,

And Love to all men 'neath the sun!

Land of our Birth, our faith, our pride,
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
O Motherland, we pledge to thee,

Head, heart, and hand through the years to be!

PARADE-SONG OF THE CAMP-ANIMALS

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Elephants of the Gun-Teams

E lent to Alexander the strength of Hercules, The wisdom of our foreheads, the cunning of our knees.

We bowed our necks to service; they ne'er were loosed again,

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, And what they know of powder upsets them one and

all;

Then we come into action and tug the guns again,-
Make way there, way for the twenty yoke
Of the Forty-Pounder train!

Cavalry Horses

By the brand on my withers, the finest of tunes
Is played by the Lancers, Hussars, and Dragoons,
And it's sweeter than 'Stables' or 'Water' to me,
The Cavalry Canter of 'Bonnie Dundee'!