Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1901-04-20
AVE lMPERATRIX.

,,uoulnq poem. written shortly
tne ,be authors death, has causeu
something like sensation III A''
literary circles ao
oueen Of these restless neius Vi uIS aa
Fneland what shall men say Oh ,hee'
Before whose feet the worlds uiNiue
Tho earth. brittle globe OF glass
It's IN the hollow OF thy hand,
And thronph its heart of crystal pass
~" TjLe shadows through a twilight lana,
rho snears NJ crimson-suited war,
Tbe long white crested waves OF nght
Ana ali the deadly fires which are
The torches of the lords OF night
The yellow leopards, strained and lean,
The treacherous Russian Rho"s ~
well, -,
with gaping blackened jaws are seen
To lean through hail OF screarh'ns
she'll
The strong sea-lion OF Englands wars
Hath left his sapphire cave OF sea
To battle with the storm that mars
The star Of England's chlyalry,
The brazen. throated clarion blows
Across the Pathan's reedy fen,
e And the high sleeps Of Indian SHOWS
& shake 10 the tread Of armed men.
a And many an Afghan chief who lies
Il Beneath his cool pomegranate trees
a Clutches his sword in fierce surmse
When on the mountain side he sees
The Aeet-foot Maori scout, who comes
To tell how he hath heard afar
The measured roll OF English drums
Beat at the gates OF Kandahar.
For southern wind and east wind meet
Where. grit and crowned by sword
and fire.
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road Of wide empire.
o lonely Himalayan height,
Gray pillar Of the Indian sky,
Where 'aw'st thou last in cl nging fight
Our VINCE dogs Of victory?
The almond groves Of Samarcand,
B0khara, whore red lilies blow,
And 0xus, by whose yellow sand
The grave, whte-turbaned mer-
chants go
And on from thence to Ispahan,
The gllfed garden Of the sun,
4 Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar and vermillion;
a And that dread city Of Cabul,
81 set al the mountains scarped feet
Whose marble tanks are ever full
with water FOR the MONDAY heat.
Here have our wild war eagles flown,
ana Mapped VIDE wings in fiery flight:
but me sad dove that sits alone
IN Ehgland-she hath no delight.
IN VAN the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with love lit eyes;
Down IN some treacherous black rayine.
Vlu'chlng his flag. the dead boy lies.
ana many a moon and sun will see
~ ne lingering wlstful children wait
40 clmb upon their fathers knee:
ana IN each house made desolatc.
rae women who have lost their lord
G. Nlll KISS the relics OF the slain,
sumo furnished epaulette, some sword:
Foor toys TO soothe such angulshed
pain.
'or NOT IN quiet English fields
yv ne hese, our brothers, laid to rest.
""e,s We might deck their broken
win all the flowers the dead loved
best. wy ~
vi some are by the Delhi walls,
An n"u many IN the Afghan land,
"p ~, many where the Ganges fails
-"' sas. seven months of shifting
au some IN Russian waters lie,
rt"u otherS IN the seas which are
n, portals to the East. or by
Inc Wlnd'swept heights of Trafalgar.
n wondering graves! o restless sleepl
n S,ehce Of the sunless day
gu sull ravlne! o stormy deep!
wv un your prey Give up your
ana They whose wounds are never
healed.
n Cnose weary race Is never won,
rrlomwelrs England must thou Yield
W.T. every Inch OF ground a son?
W. crown with thorns thy gold
-, crowned head,
we, mango thy glad song TO song OF pain .
',uu ana Wild wave have got thy dead
ana VIII not yield them back again.
I've ana Wild wind and foreign shore
ossess the flower Of English land
mat Thy lips shall kiss no more.
"enus mat shall never clasp thy
" Tt prott now hat we have bound
Inc Whole round world with nets OF
gold,
a M nluden In our hearts II found
'"e care that groweth never od7
"nh, pro.t that our galleys ride
lnt-IOregt- Ike On aycrv f,aains