Your cannons moulder on the seaward wall; For ever; and whatever tempests lour For ever silent; even if they broke In thunder, silent; yet remember all He spoke among you, and the Man who spoke ; Thro' either babbling world of high and low; Whose eighty winters freeze with one rebuke Whatever record leap to light He never shall be shamed. VIII Lo! the leader in these glorious wars And affluent Fortune emptied all her horn. Him who cares not to be great But as he saves or serves the state. Not once or twice in our rough island-story For the right, and learns to deaden ENG. POEMS-22 175 180 185 190 195 200 205 He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Not once or twice in our fair island-story Shall find the toppling crags of Duty scaled 210 215 To which our God Himself is moon and sun. Such was he: his work is done. But while the races of mankind endure Let his great example stand 220 Colossal, seen of every land, And keep the soldier firm, the statesman pure; Till in all lands and thro' all human story The path of duty be the way to glory. And let the land whose hearths he saved from shame 225 For many and many an age proclaim At civic revel and pomp and game, And when the long-illumined cities flame, Their ever-loyal iron leader's fame, With honor, honor, honor, honor to him, 230 IX Peace, his triumph will be sung By some yet unmoulded tongue Far on in summers that we shall not see. 235 Peace, it is a day of pain For one about whose patriarchal knee Late the little children clung. O peace, it is a day of pain For one, upon whose hand and heart and brain 240 Ours the pain, be his the gain ! More than is of man's degree From talk of battles loud and vain, And brawling memories all too free As befits a solemn fane: We revere, and while we hear The tides of Music's golden sea Setting toward eternity, Uplifted high in heart and hope are we, For tho' the Giant Ages heave the hill 245 250 255 260 Tho' world on world in myriad myriads roll Round us, each with different powers, And other forms of life than ours, What know we greater than the soul? 265 On God and Godlike men we build our trust. Hush, the Dead March wails in the people's ears; The dark crowd moves, and there are sobs and tears; The black earth yawns; the mortal disappears; Ashes to ashes, dust to dust; He is gone who seemed so great Gone, but nothing can bereave him Of the force he made his own 270 Being here, and we believe him Than any wreath that man can weave him. Lay your earthly fancies down, And in the vast cathedral leave him, God accept him, Christ receive him! THE CHARGE OF THE LIGHT BRIGADE I HALF a league, half a league, Half a league onward, All in the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. Rode the six hundred. II Forward the Light Brigade !' Some one had blunder'd. Into the valley of Death Rode the six hundred. III Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, 275 280 5 ΙΟ 15 |