RECESSIONAL In the London Times at the end of the Queen's Jubilee, 1897 G OD of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Dominion over palm and pine — The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: An humble and a contrite heart. Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not thee in awe,— Such boasting as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law,- For heathen heart that puts her trust And guarding, calls not thee to guard, XXVIII-1028 Amen. RUDYARD KIPLING. THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER SAY, can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleam ing? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming! And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there: O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave On that shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep, And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more? Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution. No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave; Oh, thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved homes and the war's desolation! And this be our motto,-"In God is our trust: FRANCIS SCOTT KEY. |