Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7Sylvester, Charles Herbert
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Journeys Through Bookland, Vol. 7
Sylvester, Charles Herbert
Children's literature; Literature -- Collections
NOTE.--_The Recessional_ is one of the most delicate and graceful
poems in the language, yet it has such strength and virility, is so
easily understood and has such profound religious sentiment, that
it is regarded as one of the noblest things ever written. Kipling
himself tells us how it was written:
"That poem gave me more trouble than anything I ever wrote. I had
promised the _Times_ a poem on the Jubilee, and when it became due,
I had written nothing that had satisfied me. The _Times_ began to
want the poem badly, and sent letter after letter asking for it. I
made many more attempts but no further progress. Finally the
_Times_ began sending telegrams. So I shut myself in a room with a
determination to stay there until I had written a Jubilee poem.
Sitting down with all my previous attempts before me I searched
through those dozens of sketches, till at last I found just one
line I liked. That was, 'Lest we forget.' Round these words _The
Recessional_ was written."
God of our fathers, known of old--
Lord of our far-flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies--
The Captains and the Kings depart.
Still stands Thine ancient Sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.[164-1]
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
[Illustration: ON DUNE AND HEADLAND]
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!
Judge of all Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
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--
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget--lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard--
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard--
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy mercy on thy People, Lord!
Amen!
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