GOD RECESSIONAL OD of our fathers, known of old- The tumult and the shouting dies- Far-called, our navies melt away On dune and headland sinks the fireLo, 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 Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the LawLord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget-lest we forget! 246 RECESSIONAL For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard— And guarding calls not Thee to guard- Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen! RUDYARD KIPLING. SIR GALAHAD MY good blade carves the casques of men, My tough lance thrusteth sure, My strength is as the strength of ten, The shattering trumpet shrilleth high, They reel, they roll in clanging lists, And when the tide of combat stands, Perfume and flowers fall in showers, That lightly rain from ladies' hands. How sweet are looks that ladies bend For them I battle till the end, To save from shame and thrall: But all my heart is drawn above, My knees are bowed in crypt and shrine: I never felt the kiss of love, Nor maiden's hand in mine. More bounteous aspects on me beam, 248 SIR GALAHAD When down the stormy crescent goes, Then by some secret shrine I ride; I hear a voice, but none are there; Fair gleams the snowy altar cloth, Sometimes on lonely mountain-meres I leap on board; no helmsman steers: A gentle sound, an awful light! Three angels bear the Holy Grail: With folded feet, in stoles of white, On sleeping wings they sail. Ah, blessed vision! blood of God! My spirit beats her mortal bars, When on my goodly charger borne The cock crows ere the Christmas morn, SIR GALAHAD The tempest crackles on the leads, And ringing, springs from brand and mail; But o'er the dark a glory spreads, And gilds the driving hail. I leave the plain, I climb the height; A maiden knight-to me is given I muse on you that will not cease, Whose odors haunt my dreams; And, stricken by an angel's hand, This mortal armor that I wear, This weight and size, this heart and eyes, The clouds are broken in the sky, Swells up, and shakes and falls. 249 |