FROM every quarter of your land They give God thanks who turned a… Death and the needy madman’s hand, Death—fraught, which menaced you t… One school of many made to make

THE white moth to the closing bin… The bee to the opened clover, And the gipsy blood to the gipsy b… Ever the wide world over. Ever the wide world over, lass,

Across a world where all men grieve And grieving strive the more, The great days range like tides and leave Our dead on every shore. Heavy the load we undergo, And our own hands prepare...

TO the Judge of Right and Wrong With Whom fulfilment lies Our purpose and our power belong, Our faith and sacrifice, Let Freedom’s Land rejoice!

He wandered down the mountain grad… Beyond the speed assigned— A youth whom Justice often stayed And generally fined. He went alone, that none might kno…

Only two African kopjes, Only the cart-tracks that wind Empty and open between 'em, Only the Transvaal behind; Only an Aldershot column

IN THE Neolithic Age savage war… For food and fame and woolly horse… I was singer to my clan in that di… And I sang of all we fought and f… Yea, I sang as now I sing, when t…

The Babe was laid in the Manger Between the gentle kine — All safe from cold and danger — "But it was not so with mine, (With mine! With mine!)

THERE was Rundle, Station Mast… An’ Beazeley of the Rail, An’ 'Ackman, Commissariat, An’ Donkin’ o’ the Jail; An’ Blake, Conductor—Sergeant,

I tell this tale, which is strictl… Just by way of convincing you How very little, since things were… Things have altered in building tr… A year ago, come the middle of Ma…

This was originally written for th… “St. James’s Gazette” as a delibe… skit on a letter by a corresponden… who seemed to believe that naval warfare of the future would be

I have done mostly what most men d… And pushed it out of my mind; But I can’t forget, if I wanted t… Four—Feet trotting behind. Day after day, the whole day throu…

THESE were our children who died… We have only the memory left of th… The price of our loss shall be pai… Neither the Alien nor Priest shal… But who shall return us the childr…

’AVE you ’eard o’ the Widow at W… With a hairy gold crown on ’er ’ea… She ’as ships on the foam—she ’as… An’ she pays us poor beggars in re… (Ow, poor beggars in red!)

When the cabin port-holes are dark… Because of the seas outside; When the ship goes wop (with a wig… And the steward falls into the sou… And trunks begin to slide;