A SONG IN STORM Be well assured, though in our power Is nothing left to give But chance and place to meet the hour, And leave to strive to live, Till these dissolve our Order holds, Our Service binds us here. Then welcome Fate's discourtesy Whereby it is made clear, How in all time of our distress, And in our triumph too, 25 The game is more than the player of the game, And the ship is more than the crew! THE OUTLAWS 1914 THROUGH learned and laborious years Fresh terrors and undreamed-of fears All that they drew from Heaven above Or digged from earth beneath, They laid into their treasure-trove And arsenals of death: While, for well-weighed advantage sake, Ruler and ruled alike Built up the faith they meant to break When the fit hour should strike. THE OUTLAWS They traded with the careless earth, And good return it gave; They plotted by their neighbour's hearth When all was ready to their hand Their oath was pledged to guard. Coldly they went about to raise To life and make more dread Abominations of old days, That men believed were dead. They paid the price to reach their goal Across a world in flame; But their own hate slew their own soul Before that victory came. 27 ZION THE Doorkeepers of Zion, They do not always stand In helmet and whole armour, With halberds in their hand; But, being sure of Zion, And all her mysteries, They rest awhile in Zion, Ay, even jest in Zion; In Zion, at their ease. The Gatekeepers of Baal, ZION For being bound to Baal, Their rest is scant with Baal, They mouth and rant for Baal, But we will go to Zion, By choice and not through dread, With these our present comrades And those our present dead; And, being free of Zion In both her fellowships, Sit down and sup in Zion- Is offered to our lips! 29 |