Except by lawful judgment found
And passed upon him by his peers!-
Forget not, after all these years,

The charter signed at Runnymede.'

And still when mob or monarch lays
Too rude a hand on English ways,
The whisper wakes, the shudder plays,
Across the reeds at Runnymede.

And Thames, that knows the moods of kings,
And crowds and priests and suchlike things,
Rolls deep and dreadful as he brings

Their warning down from Runnymede!

HADRAMAUTI

'HO knows the heart of the Christian? How does he reason?

WHO

What are his measures and balances? Which is his season

For laughter, forbearance or bloodshed, and what devils move him

When he arises to smite us? I do not love him.

He invites the derision of strangers-he enters all places. Booted, bareheaded he enters. With shouts and embraces

He asks of us news of the household whom we reckon nameless.

Certainly Allah created him forty-fold shameless.

So it is not in the Desert. One came to me weepingThe Avenger of Blood on his track-I took him in keeping, Demanding not whom he had slain, I refreshed him, I fed him

As he were even a brother. But Eblis had bred him.

He was the son of an ape, ill at ease in his clothing, He talked with his head, hands and feet. I endured him with loathing.

Whatever his spirit conceived his countenance showed it As a frog shows in a mud-puddle. Yet I abode it!

I fingered my beard and was dumb, in silence confronting him.

His soul was too shallow for silence, e'en with Death hunting him.

I said: ''Tis his weariness speaks,' but, when he had rested,

He chirped in my face like some sparrow, and, presently, jested!

Wherefore slew I that stranger? He brought me dishonour.

I saddled my mare, Bijli, I set him upon her.

I gave him rice and goat's flesh. He bared me to laughter.

When he was gone from my tent, swift I followed after, Taking my sword in my hand. The hot wine had filled

him.

Under the stars he mocked me-therefore I killed him!

GALLIO'S SONG

(And Gallio cared for none of these things.Acts xviii. 17)

ALL

LL day long to the judgment-seat
The crazed Provincials drew-
All day long at their ruler's feet

Howled for the blood of the Jew.

Insurrection with one accord

Banded itself and woke,

And Paul was about to open his mouth
When Achaia's Deputy spoke-

'Whether the God descend from above
Or the Man ascend upon high,
Whether this maker of tents be Jove
Or a younger deity-

I will be no judge between your gods
And your godless bickerings.
Lictor, drive them hence with rods.
I care for none of these things!

'Were it a question of lawful due Or Cæsar's rule denied,

Reason would I should bear with you

And order it well to be tried;

But this is a question of words and names.
I know the strife it brings.

I will not pass upon any your claims.
I care for none of these things.

'One thing only I see most clear,
As I pray you also see.
Claudius Cæsar hath set me here
Rome's Deputy to be.

It is Her peace that ye go to break-
Not mine, nor any king's,

But, touching your clamour of "Conscience sake,"
I care for none of these things.

'Whether ye rise for the sake of a creed,

Or riot in hope of spoil,

Equally will I punish the deed,

Equally check the broil;

Nowise permitting injustice at all

From whatever doctrine it springs

But whether ye follow Priapus or Paul,
I care for none of these things.'