For huge possessions
render slack
The power we need to
hold them fast;
Save when a quickened
heart shall make
Our people one, to meet
what blast
May blow from temporal
heavens overcast.
Our people one!
Nor they with strength
Dependent on a single
arm:
Alert, and braced the
whole land’s length,
Rejoicing in their manhood’s
charm
For friend or foe; to
succour, not to harm.
Has ever weakness won
esteem?
Or counts it as a prized
ally?
They who have read in
History deem
It ranks among the slavish
fry,
Whose claim to live
justiciary Fates deny.
It can not be declared
we are
A nation till from end
to end
The land can show such
front to war
As bids a crouching
foe expend
His ire in air, and
preferably be friend.
We dreading him, we
do him wrong;
For fears discolour,
fears invite.
Like him, our task is
to be strong;
Unlike him, claiming
not by might
To snatch an envied
treasure as a right.
So may a stouter brotherhood
At home be signalled
over sea
For righteous, and be
understood,
Nay, welcomed, when
’tis shown that we
All duties have embraced
in being free.
This Britain slumbering,
she is rich;
Lies placid as a cradled
child;
At times with an uneasy
twitch,
That tells of dreams
unduly wild.
Shall she be with a
foreign drug defiled?
The grandeur of her
deeds recall;
Look on her face so
kindly fair:
This Britain! and were
she to fall,
Mankind would breathe
a harsher air,
The nations miss a light
of leading rare.
On como
A rainless darkness
drew o’er the lake
As we lay in our boat
with oars unshipped.
It seemed neither cloud
nor water awake,
And forth of the low
black curtain slipped
Thunderless lightning.
Scoff no more
At angels imagined in
downward flight
For the daughters of
earth as fabled of yore:
Here was beauty might
well invite
Dark heavens to gleam
with the fire of a sun
Resurgent; here the
exchanged embrace
Worthy of heaven and
earth made one.
And witness it, ye of
the privileged space,
Said the flash; and
the mountains, as from an abyss
For quivering seconds
leaped up to attest
That given, received,
renewed was the kiss;
The lips to lips and
the breast to breast;
All in a glory of ecstasy,
swift
As an eagle at prey,
and pure as the prayer
Of an infant bidden
joined hands uplift
To be guarded through
darkness by spirits of air,
Ere setting the sails
of sleep till day.
Slowly the low cloud
swung, and far


