The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-10-14

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Set in this stormy Northern sea,
Queen of these restless fields Of tide,
England! what shall men say Of thee
Before whose feet the worlds divide?
The EARTH brittle globe of glass,
Lies the hollow Of thy hand,
And through its heart of crystal pass
Like shadows through twilight land,
The spears of crmson-sulted war;
The long whte-crested waves Of fight,
And all the deadly fires which
The torches Of the lords Of Night
The yellow eopards strained and lean,
The treacherous Russian knows we'll,
With gaping blackened jaws
Leap through the hail of screaming she'll.
The strong seaion of Engand's vars
Hath left his sapphire cave Of sea,
To battle with the storm that
The star of Englands chVary.
The brazenthroated clarion blows
Across the Fathan's reedy fem
And the high sleeps of Indian SHOWS
Shake to the tread of armed men.
And many an Afghan chief, who lies
Beneath his cool pomesranate trees,
Clutches his sword in fierce surmise
When the mountainside he Sees
The Heet.foot Marri 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
Where, grit and crowned by sword and fire
England with bare and bloody feet
Climbs the steep road Of wide empire " IKE
lonely Himalayan height
Grey pillar Of the Indian sky, .s
Where saw'st last in changing flight
Our winged dogs Of Victory? .t..44..
The aImond-groves Of samarcand,
Bokhara where red lilies blow, ~
And Oxus, by whose yellow sand
The grave white-turbaned merchants go:
And on from thence to Ispahan,
The gilded garden of the sun,
Whence the long dusty caravan
Brings cedar wood and Vermilion;
And that dread city of cabooI
Set the mountains scarped feet
Whose marble tanks full
With water for the MONDAY heat:
Where through the narrow straight
A little maid Circassian
Is led present from the Gar
Unto some old and bearded khan,
Here have our wild wareagIes flown
And tapped wide wings in fiery fight;
But the sad dove, that sits alone
In EngIand-she hath no delight
In vain the laughing girl will lean
To greet her love with loVe-t eyes,
Down in some treacherous black ravine,
Clutching his flag the dead boy lies. ..
And many moon and sun will see
The lingering wistful children wait
To climb upon their fathers knee;
And in each house made desoIate.
Pale women who have lost their lord
Will kiss the relics of the slain
Some furnished epauette-some sword
Poor toys to soothe such anguished pain.
For not in quiet English fields
Are these, brothers, lain rest,
Where might deck their broken shields
With all the flowers the dead love best
For some are by the Delhi wallis
And many in the Afghan land,
And many where the Ganges falls
Through seven mouths Of shifting sand
And some in Russian waters lie, .
And others in the which
The portals to the East, or by e..
The wind-swept heights of Trafalgar
o wandering graves! o restless sleep!
silence of the sunless day!
o still raVine! stormy deep!
Give up your prey! give up your prey
And thou whose wounds healed,
Whose weary race is never won,
o CromweIPs England! must thou yield
For every inch Of ground son?
Go! crown with thorns thy gold-crowned head
Change thy glad song to song of pain;
Wind and wild have got thy dead,
And will not yield them back again.
Wave wild wind and foreign shore
Possess the flower of English land
Lips that thy lips shall kiss more,
Hands that shall never clasp thy hand.
What profit now that have bound
The whole round world with nets Of gold,
If hidden in heart is found
The that groweth never old?
What profit that galleys ride,
Pine-forest-lke every main?
Ruin and wreck side,
Grim warders of the House Of pain.
Where the brave, the strong, the fleet?
Where is English chVary?
..g.L