Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1882-02-11
AVE lMPEkATHIX.
Ny Oscar wilde.

The long white-crested waves OF fight.
And all the deadly fire which are
The torches o(Dihe lords of Night
The yellow leopar,is strained andleln.
The treacherous Russian knows 90 well
With gaping blackened Jaws are seen
Leap thIo lgh the hE1i Of screaming shell
The strong sea-iion OF England's WAL,
Hath left his sapphire cave OF sea,
To battle with the storm that ma-s
The star OF Engiand's chivalry.
The brazen-throated clarion blow.
Across the Pathans seedy fen.
And the high sleeps OF Indian SHOWS
shake to the tread of armed men.
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath the cool pomegranate-trees.
Clutches his sword in fierce surmise
When on the mountain side he sees
The feet foot Marri scout, who come.
10 tell how he hath heard aiar
The measured roll VI English drums
Beat at the gates OF Kandaiiar.
For Southern wind and East wind meet
Where girt and crowned by sword and nrr,
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road OF wife empire.
o! lonely Hinlaiayan height.
Gray pillar of tho Indian sky.
Where saw',t thou last In Changing night
Our winged dogs OF victory
The almond groves OF SalEarcand,
BoEhara where red lilies blow.
Aud Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-tulbaned merchants go:
And On from thence to lspahan,
The gildca garden OF the sun,
Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar and vermilion.
And that dread city OF Cabool
Set at the mountains sacred feet,
Whose marble tanks are ever full
With water for the nOoday heat
Where through the narrow straight i:azaar
A little maid Circassian
Is led, u present from the Car
Unto some Old and bearded khan-
Here have our wild war ca glcs flown,
And tapped wide wings IN fiery flight:
But the sad dove that sits alone
In England-shc hath no delight.
In vain the laughing girl will lean
TO greet her love with lOve-lit eyes;
Down i'm some treuchcrouS black ravine.
Clute.lng his flag, the dead boy lies.
Ana many IL lnDDh anu sul p" iil SCC
The lingering wistful children wait
TO climb upon their fathers knee;
Andin each hous. made dcsout
Pale women who have lost their lord
viii kiss the relics of the slain
Some tarnishcd epauletle-some sword
Poor toys to soothc such anguished pain.
For not in quiet English fields
Are these our brothers lain to rest
Where We might deck their broken shiclh-
With all the flowers the dead love best.
For some are 10y the Delhi walls,
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths OF shifting SAINT.
And some in Russian waters lie.
And others In the seas which are
The portals TO the East or by
The wiId.swep! heights OF Trafalgar
U wandering graves % restless sleep
o silence OF the sunless day:
y still ravine d stormy deep.
Give up your prey Give UP your prey:
And thou who's. wounds are never healed. -.
Whose weary race is never won,
y Cromwells England must thou yield
For every inch of ground Il SON.
Go, crown with thOrnS tina: gold crowned
head.
Change thy glad song TO song OF pain,
Wind and wild wave have got thy dead
And will not yield them back again.
Wave and wild wind, and foreign shore
Possess the flowers OF English hand
Lips that thy lips shall kiss no more,
Hands that shall never claep thy hana.
What profit now that We have bound
The whole round world with nets OF goi.
Ii hidden In our heart Is found
The car. til It grOweth never Oid.
what profit thai our Salleys ride
Pine-forest like. on every main
Ruin and wreck are at our side.
Grim wurderJ OF the house OF pain.
Where are the brave, !e strong, the rcci
Where Is our English chivnlTy:
Wild grasses are their burial sheet
And sobbing waves their thren dy.
loved ones lying far away,
What word OF love can deaf lips send
. wasted dust senselcss clay:
IL this the emit Is this the end
Peace peace We r0.;. the noble dc.
To vex their solemn slumber so:
Though chi.ile>s, and with thorn -crOwne,
head,
Up the steep road must Eng land go:
Yet when this fiery web is spun,
Her watclmen small descry from tar
The young Republic like II sun
Rise from these crimson seats UI war.
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