Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave.
Yet at the last, though the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,
Yet at the last, tho’ the darkness had claimed him,
He called on Allah, and died a Believer!
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To all to whom this little book may come–
Content abroad, and happiness at home,And–one grand Secret in your private ear: —Nations have passed away and left no traces,And History gives the naked cause of it–One single, simple reason in all cases;They fell because their peoples were not fit.Now, though your Body be mis-shapen, blind,Lame, feverish, lacking substance, power or skill,Certain it is that…
This is the midnight-let no star
This is the tempest long foretold-Slow to make head but sure to holdStand by! The lull ‘twixt blast and blastSignals the storm is near, not past;And worse than present jeopardyMay our forlorn to-morrow be.If we have cleared the expectant reef,Let no man look for his relief.Only the darkness hides the shapeOf further peril to escape.It…
The overfaithful sword returns the user
The clamour of the arrogant accuserWastes that one hour we needed to make good.This was foretold of old at our outgoing;This we accepted who have squandered, knowing,The strength and glory of our reputations,At the day’s need, as it were dross, to guardThe tender and new-dedicate foundationsAgainst the sea we fear — not man’s award.They that…
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A shifty mother’s shiftless son,Bred up among intrigues and plots,Learned in all things, wise in none.Ungainly, babbling, wasteful, weak,Shrewd, clever, cowardly, pedantic,The sight of steel would blanch his cheek,The smell of baccy drive him frantic.He was the author of his line–He wrote that witches should be burnt;He wrote that monarchs were divine,And left a son…
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Or triumph in the market-place,Who is his Nation’s sacrificeTo turn the judgement from his race.Happy is he who, bred and taughtBy sleek, sufficing Circumstance —Whose Gospel was the apparelled thought,Whose Gods were Luxury and Chance —Seese, on the threshold of his days,The old life shrivel like a scroll,And to unheralded dismaysSubmits his body and his…
I’ve taken my fun where I’ve found it;
I’ve ‘ad my pickin’ o’ sweet’earts,An’ four o’ the lot was prime.One was an ‘arf-caste widow,One was a woman at Prome,One was the wife of a ~jemadar-sais~, [Head-groom.]An’ one is a girl at ‘ome.Now I aren’t no ‘and with the ladies,For, takin’ ’em all along,You never can say till you’ve tried ’em,An’ then you are…
Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave.
Yet at the last, though the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,
Yet at the last, tho’ the darkness had claimed him,
He called upon Allah, and died a Believer!
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There was never a Queen like Balkis,
But Balkis talked to a butterflyAs you would talk to a friend.There was never a King like SolomonNot since the world began;But Solomon talked to a butterflyAs a man would talk to a man.She was Queen of Sabea–And he was Asia’s Lord–But they both of ’em talked to butterfliesWhen they took their walks abroad!
Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised,
Creep thou between — thy coming’s all unnoised.Heaven hath her high, as Earth her baser, wars.Heir to these tumults, this affright, that fray(By Adam’s, fathers’, own, sin bound alway);Peer up, draw out thy horoscope and sayWhich planet mends thy threadbare fate, or mars.
Modern Machinery
We were melted in the furnace and the pit–We were cast and wrought and hammered to design,We were cut and filed and tooled and gauged to fit.Some water, coal, and oil is all we ask,And a thousandth of an inch to give us play:And now, if you will set us to our task,We will serve…
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When first he planned his home,What City should arise and bearThe weight and state of Rome.A shiftless, westward-wandering tramp,Checked by the Tiber flood,He reared a wall around his campOf uninspired mud.But when his brother leaped the WallAnd mocked its height and make,He guessed the future of it allAnd slew him for its sake.Swift was the…
When the cabin port-holes are dark and green
When the ship goes wop (with a wiggle between)And steward falls into the soup-tureen,And trunks begin to slide;When Nursey lies on the floor in a heap,And Mummy tells you to let her sleep,And you aren’t waked or washed or dressed,Why, then you will know (if you haven’t guessed)You’re ‘Fifty North and Forty West!’
In their deepest caverns of limestone
The Horse, the Elk, and the BisonThat the hunting might be good;With the Gods of Death and Terror–The Mammoth, Tiger, and Bear.And the pictures moved in the torchlightTo show that the Gods were there!But that was before Ionia–(Or the Seven Holy Islands of Ionia)Any of the Mountains of Ionia,Had bared their peaks to the air.The…