PHARAOH AND THE SERGEANT

But he did it on the cheap and on the quiet,

And he's not allowed to forward any claimThough he drilled a black man white, though he made a mummy fight,

He will still continue Sergeant Whatisname-Private, Corporal, Colour-Sergeant, and In

structor

But the everlasting miracle's the same!

OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS

(CANADIAN PREFERENTIAL TARIFF, 1897)

A NATION spoke to a Nation,

A Queen sent word to a Throne: "Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own.

The gates are mine to open,

As the gates are mine to close,
And I set my house in order,"

Said our Lady of the Snows.

"Neither with laughter nor weeping,
Fear or the child's amaze-

Soberly under the White Man's law
My white men go their ways.
Not for the Gentiles' clamour-

Insult or threat of blows-
Bow we the knee to Baal,"
Said our Lady of the Snows.

I talk of common things—

Words of the wharf and the market-place

And the ware the merchant brings; Favour to those I favour,

But a stumbling-block to my foes.

Many there be that hate us,"

Said our Lady of the Snows.

"I called my chiefs to council
In the din of a troubled year;
For the sake of a sign ye would not see,
And a word ye would not hear.
This is our message and answer;
This is the path we chose :

For we be also a people,"

Said our Lady of the Snows.

"Carry the word to my sisters

To the Queens of the East and the South.

I have proven faith in the Heritage

By more than the word of the mouth.

They that are wise may follow

Ere the world's war-trumpet blows:

But I-I am first in the battle,'

Said our Lady of the Snows.

OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS

A Nation spoke to a Nation,

A Throne sent word to a Throne:

Daughter am I in my mother's house,

But mistress in my own!

The gates are mine to open,

As the gates are mine to close,
And I abide by my mother's house,"

Said our Lady of the Snows.

"ET DONA FERENTES"

IN extended observation of the ways and works of

man,

From the Four-mile Radius roughly to the plains of Hindustan :

I have drunk with mixed assemblies, seen the racial

ruction rise,

And the men of half creation damning half creation's

eyes.

I have watched them in their tantrums, all that

pentecostal crew,

French, Italian, Arab, Spaniard, Dutch and Greek, and Russ and Jew,

Celt and savage, buff and ochre, cream and yellow, mauve and white,

But it never really mattered till the English grew

polite;

Copyright, 1896, by Rudyard Kipling.