Nothing in life has been made by man for man’s using

Where the Blue Peter flickers from the fore,And the grimed stoker feeds the engine-fires.Coupons, alas, depart with all their rows,And last year’s sea-met loves where Grindley knows;But still the wild wind wakes off Gardafui,And hearts turn eastward with the P. and O’s.Twelve knots an hour, be they more or less –Oh slothful mother of much…

Plucking the splendid robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful! facesBegging what Princes and Powers refused:–‘Ah, please will you let us go home?’Over the jewelled floor, nigh weeping, ran to them Mary the Mother,Kneeled and caressed and made promise with kisses, and drew them along to the gateway–Yea, the all-iron unbribeable Door which Peter must…

They lifted neither voice nor head,But took themselves away.No water broke, no pinion whirred-There went no warning call.The steely, sheltering rushes stirredA little–that was all.Only the osiers understood,And the drowned meadows spiedWhat else than wreckage of a floodStole outward on that tide.But the far beaches saw their ranksGather and greet and growBy myriads on the…

An’ what the bloomin’ battle was I don’t remember now,But Two’s off-lead ‘e answered to the name o’ ~Snarleyow~.Down in the Infantry, nobody cares;Down in the Cavalry, Colonel ‘e swears;But down in the lead with the wheel at the flogTurns the bold Bombardier to a little whipped dog!They was movin’ into action, they was needed…

But, for pleasure and profit together,Allow me the hunting of Man–The chase of the Human, the search for the SoulTo its ruin–the hunting of Man.

Willie, my son, don’t you go on the Sea.For the Sea will never need you.If you ask for the reason of every command,And argue with people about you,Willie, my son, don’t you go on the Land,For the Land will do better without you.If you stop to consider the work you have doneAnd to boast what…