30 40 50 60 70 80 I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, Give themselves up to jollity, And with the heart of May Shout round me, let me hear thy shouts, thou happy shepherd-boy! Ye blessed creatures, I have heard the call My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel-I feel it all. This sweet May morning, And the children are culling, On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, A single field which I have looked upon, Doth the same tale repeat: Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: But trailing clouds of glory do we come Heaven lies about us in our infancy! But he beholds the light, and whence it flows, The youth, who daily farther from the east Is on his way attended'; At length the man perceives it die away, The homely nurse doth all she can And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses, A mourning or a funeral: And this hath now his heart, To dialogues of business, love, or strife; Ere this be thrown aside, The little actor cons another part; With all the persons, down to palsied age, Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thou best philosopher, who yet dost keep And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life! O joy! that in our embers Is something that doth live, That Nature yet remembers The thought of our past years in me doth breed breast: 12 대 To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, o Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea [Then sing, ye birds, sing, sing a joyous song! We in thought will join your throng, Ye that through your hearts to-day See also FIDELITY (The Shepherd's Dog). What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Which having been, must ever be; In the faith that looks through death, Forebode not any severing of our loves! I love the brooks which down their channels Even more than when I tripped lightly as they : The clouds that gather round the setting sun won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live; LINES COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN Abbey THE SEVEN SISTERS OF BINNORIE THE FORCE OF PRAYER: OR THE FOUNDING OF BOLTON PRIORY 180 190 200 20 All pay themselves the compliment to think And scarce in human wisdom to do more. And that through every stage. When young, indeed, In full content we sometimes nobly rest, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. ΤΟ RUDYARD KIPLING GOD of our Fathers, known of old- Dominion over palm and pine- The tumult and the shouting dies The captains and the kings depart— Far-called our navies melt away On down and headland sinks the fire Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose, Or lesser breeds without the Law- For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding calls not Thee to guard- THE FLAG OF ENGLAND WINDS of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro And what should they know of England who only England know? The poor little street-bred people that vapour and fume and brag, They are lifting their heads in the stillness to yelp at the English Flag! Must we borrow a clout from the Boer-to plaster anew with dirt? An Irish liar's bandage, or an English coward's shirt? We may not speak of England; her Flag's to sell or share. What is the Flag of England? Winds of the World, declare! The North Wind blew:-'From Bergen my steel-shod van-guards go; I chase your lazy whalers home from the Disko floe; By the great North Lights above me I work the will of God, And the liner splits on the ice-field or the Dogger fills with cod. 'I barred my gates with iron, I shuttered my doors with flame, Because to force my ramparts your nutshell navies came. I took the sun from their presence, I cut them down with my blast, And they died, but the Flag of England blew free ere the spirit passed. 'The lean white bear hath seen it in the long, long Arctic night, The musk-ox knows the standard that flouts the Northern Light: What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my bergs to dare, Ye have but my drifts to conquer. Go forth, for it is there!' The South Wind sighed :-'From the Virgins my mid-sea course was ta'en Over a thousand islands lost in an idle main, Where the sea-egg flames on the coral and the long-backed breakers croon Their endless ocean legends to the lazy, locked lagoon. 'Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid outer keys, I waked the palms to laughter-I tossed the scud in the breeze Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown. 'I have wrenched it free from the halliard to hang for a wisp on the Horn; I have chased it north to the Lizard-ribboned and rolled and torn; I have spread its fold o'er the dying, adrift in a hopeless sea; I have hurled it swift on the slaver, and seen the slave set free. 'My basking sunfish know it, and wheeling albatross, Where the lone wave fills with fire beneath the Southern Cross. What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my reefs to dare, Ye have but my seas to furrow. Go forth, for it is there!' The East Wind roared:- From the Kuriles, the Bitter Seas, I come, And me men call the Home-Wind, for I bring the English home. Look-look well to your shipping! By the breath of my mad typhoon I swept your close-packed Praya and beached your best at Kowloon! 'The reeling junks behind me and the racing seas before, I raped your richest roadstead-I plundered Singapore! I set my hand on the Hoogli; as a hooded snake she rose, And I flung your stoutest steamers to roost with the startled crows. 'Never the lotos closes, never the wild-fowl wake But a soul goes out on the East Wind that died for England's sake Man or woman or suckling, mother or bride or maid Because on the bones of the English the English flag is stayed. 'The desert-dust hath dimmed it, the flying wild ass knows, The scared white leopard winds it across the taintless snows. What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my sun to dare, Ye have but my sands to travel. Go forth, for it is there!' The West Wind called :-'In squadrons the thoughtless galleons fly That bear the wheat and cattle lest street-bred people die. They make my might their porter, they make my house their path, Till I loose my neck from their rudder, and whelm them all in my wrath. 'I draw the gliding fog-bank as a snake is drawn from the hole, They bellow one to the other, the frighted ship-bells toll, For day is a drifting terror till I raise the shroud with my breath, And they see strange bows above them and the two go locked to death. 'But whether in calm or wrack-wreath, whether by dark or day I leave them whole to the conger or rip their plates away, First of the scattered legions, under a shrieking sky, Dipping between the rollers, the English Flag goes by. 'The dead dumb fog hath wrapped it-the frozen dews have kissed The naked stars have seen it, a fellow-star in the mist. What is the Flag of England? Ye have but my breath to dare, Ye have but my waves to conquer. Go forth, for it is there!' The Recessional' is reprinted by the kind permission of Mr Rudyard Kipling; 'The Flag of England' is reprinted from 'The Seven Seas' by the kind permission of Mr Rudyard Kipling and Messrs Methuen & Co. 50 60 ORATIONS, ETC. JOHN BRIGHT THE CRIMEAN WAR HOUSE OF COMMONS, 22 December 1854 SIR, My honourable friend the member for the West Riding, in what he said about the condition of the English army in the Crimea, I believe expressed only that which all in this House feel, and which, I trust, every person in this country capable of thinking feels. When I look at gentlemen on that bench, and consider all their policy has brought about within the last twelve months, I scarcely dare trust myself to speak of them, either in or out of their presence. We all know what we have lost in this House. Here, sitting near me, very often sat the member for Frome. I met him a short time before he went out, at Mr Westerton's, the bookseller, near Hyde Park Corner. I asked him whether he was going out? He answered, he was afraid he was; not afraid in the sense of personal fear-he knew not that; but he said, with a look and tone I shall never forget, 'It is no light matter for a man who has a wife and five little children.' The stormy Euxine is his grave; his wife is a widow, his children fatherless. On the other side of the House sat a member, with whom I was not acquainted, who has lost his life, and another of whom I knew something.+ Who is there that does not recollect his frank, amiable, and manly countenance? I doubt whether there were any men on either side of the House who were more capable of fixing the goodwill and affection of those with whom they were associated. Well, but the place that knew them shall know them no more for ever. I have specified only two; but there are a hundred officers who have been killed in battle, or who have died of their wounds; forty have died of disease; and more than two hundred others have been wounded more or less severely. This has been a terribly destructive war to officers. They have been, as one would have expected them to be, the first in valour as the first in place; they have suffered more in proportion to their numbers than the commonest soldiers in the ranks. This has spread sorrow over the whole country. I was in the House of Lords when the Vote of Thanks was moved. In the gallery were many ladies, three-fourths of whom were dressed in the deepest mourning. Is this nothing? And in every village, cottages are to be found into which sorrow has entered, and, as I believe, through the policy of the Ministry, which might have been avoided. No one supposes that the Government wished to spread the pall of sorrow over the land; but this we had a right to expect, that they would at least show becoming gravity in discussing a subject the appalling consequences of which may come home to individuals and to the 60 nation. I recollect when Sir Robert Peel addressed the House on a dispute which threatened hostilities with the United States,I recollect the gravity of his countenance, the solemnity of his tone, his whole demeanour showing that he felt in his soul the responsibility that rested on him. I have seen all this, and I have seen the present ministry. Has there been a solemnity of manner in the speeches heard in 70 connection with this war- -and have ministers shown themselves statesmen and Christian men when speaking on a subject of this nature?... I am not afraid of discussing the war with the noble lord,‡ the member for Tiverton, on his own principles. I understand the Blue Books as well as he; and I say - and I say it with as much confidence as I ever said anything in my life-that the war cannot be 80 Lord Palmerston. |