Various Verses.

Dominion, Volume 6, Issue 1629, 21 December 1912, Page 15

Various Verses.

THE MAKCH OF THE BLACK MOUNTAIN. What will -.hero be to remembaT Of us in tho days to be? Whoso faith was a trodden ember And even our doubt not free. Parliaments built of paper . And the soft swords of gold That twist like a waxen taper 111 tho weak aggressor's hold. A hush around Hunger slaying, A city of serfs unfed, What shall we leave for a saying To praise us when we are dead? But men shall remember the Mountain That broke its forest chains, And men shall remember tho Mountain Whon it marches against the plains, And christeif their children from it And s?ason and ship and street. ■ When the Mountain came to Mahomet And looked small before his feet Bis head was high as the crescent Of the moon that seemed his crown, And on glory of past and present Tho light of his eyes looked down. One hand went out to the morning Over Brahmin and Buddhist slain, And- ono to tho west in scorningTo point at the scars of Spain. One foot on the hills for warden By. tho litle Mountain trod, Ana one was in a garden And stood on the gravo of God. But men shall remember the Mountain Though it fall down like a tree; , They shall see the sign of tho Mountain Faith cast into the sea.

Though the crooked swords overcome it And the Ooolced Moon vide free, When the Mountain comes to llahomet It has moro life than he. But what will there be to remembar Or what will there bo to see— Though our towns through a long hoxcmber ■ Abide to the end and bof _ Strength of slave and wcclianic Whoss iron is Tuled by goldPeace ot" immortal pomeLove that is hate grown cola.

ATe these a bribe or a warning That wc turn not-to tho sun, Nor look on the lands of morning,. Where de.eds at last are done? , Where men shall remember the Mountain When truth forgets the plain , And walk in the way of tho Mountain IMiat did not fall in vain. Death and eclipse and comet Thunder and peals that rend When the Mountain cam© to Mahomet . Because it was the end. —G. k. Chesterton. THE PAGEANT' OF SEAMEN. 1 (By ; May. Byron.), The song of the sea-adventurers that never were known to lame, ' ' .••• •'' ; The roving, roistering mariners that builcled our England's name; Foolhardy, reckless, undaunted. Death they courted and .: In the 'jaivs of holl their flag they flaunted,. .answering, flame with flame. . An endless pageant of power and pride, they steered from the long : ago, ' - , From quays.-that molder. beneath the tide*, from cities whose walls he low: ; Carraclrnnd sloop and galley. Out of the dark. thc.y rally,; ■ As homing birds over hill and vohey, back to tho land they know. The crews of the Bristol Guinea-men, that traded to Old Calabar, Fading for years out of English ken in sweltering seas afar;. The Danes and the Dutch they raced, there, ' • " The Brandenburgers they chased there, They bid-tho Portiiigalo cargoes waste there under an. evil star. . The stately captains of bark and brig, in • the days of the good Queen Anne; Under- cach powdered periwig was the brain of a sea-bred man. , Was there work to be done? They did it; , ■ Was there danger? They prest amid it; Wounded to death, with a smile they hid it, and perished, as sailors can. . Tho men that talked with a Devon,- twang, os they hoisted the sails of DrakeAll through the West their rumour rang, the pride of the Dons to break, - Fierce to seizo tnd sunder The golden argosies plunder. Ihe New World's dread and tho Old World's wonder, splendid for England's sake. Tho coasting craft and the fishing craft, . lugger and ketch and hoy,t With a deck-gun fore and a blunderbuss aft, served b ya man and a boy; Their tiny armaments flinging On frigate and gunboat—bringing _ Prizes and prisoners homo with singing, liTed with a desperate joy. Ruffed to the chin, or laced to the knee, or stript to the waist for fight, Herding the alien hordes of tho sea tofields of defeat and flight, . Or, lit by tho lightning' 6 flashing, _ Close-hauled through the ' hurricane thrashing. With decks n-wash and was spars a-crasfi-ing, they swoop on the reeling sight.

Ihe sea-dogs sturdy—the sea-hawks bold, that were neveT known to fame— The grim adventurers, young, and old, that builded our England' 6 nameOver the waters of dreaming, Their bows are rocking and gleaming. To the. sun unsetting their flag ib streaming', answering flame with flame. BTAR-BISE.' When the first star shinea forth, the lark, The singing star of Day, Drops from the heaven. She fears the ■ dark In that wide trackless way. So in the heart, when. Love awakes, The joy that used to sing Falls silent. All the spirit quakefl At the strango shining thing. —F. W. Bourdillon. AUTUMN THOUGHTS. Roses and' kisses alike we've known and enjoyed to the fullest; Yesterday's roses are dead, those of next year are not horn. Autumn comes on apace. 0 take my head on your bosom. Let us Teason awhile between a kiss and a kiss, Body and 60ul of mo are bent and bowed to your service, Take my body and soul, give me your body and, soul; Trusty and anxious eervantß, bound the one to the other, Seek not to eet them apart, eaoh has station in love. Love mo and understand me, give me affection and passion. Give me a place in your mind, give mo a place in vour heart. Long life lies before us, years of living together, Rod son is not enough: kiss me, beloved, again. —Richard Buxton.