_The Babe was laid in the Manger,_ 52 The banked oars fell an hundred strong, 1 The dark eleventh hour, 9 The Doorkeepers of Zion, 29 The fans and the beltings they roar round me, 81 The first time that Peter denied his Lord, 125 The Garden called Gethsemane, 85 _The overfaithful sword returns the user,_ 87 There are no leaders to lead us to honour, and yet without leaders we sally, 70 The road to En-dor is easy to tread, 55 These were never your true love's eyes, 119 The Sons of Mary seldom bother, for they have inherited that good part, 75 They shall not return to us, the resolute, the young, 65 'This is the State above the Law, 106 To-day, across our fathers' graves, 5 _To the Judge of Right and Wrong,_ 35 Through learned and laborious years, 27 Try as he will, no man breaks wholly loose, 112 'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad, 42 We're not so old in the Army List, 48 We thought we ranked above the chance of ill, 13 We were all one heart and one race, 6 What boots it on the Gods to call? 58 'Whence comest thou, Gehazi, 109 When the Himalayan peasant meets the he-bear in his pride, 128 _Who in the Realm to-day lays down dear life for the sake of a land more dear?_ 100 THE ROWERS 1902 (When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.) The banked oars fell an hundred strong, And backed and threshed and ground, But bitter was the rowers' song As they brought the war-boat round. They had no heart for the rally and roar That makes the whale-bath smoke-- When the great blades cleave and hold and leave As one on the racing stroke. They sang:--'What reckoning do you keep, And steer her by what star, If we come unscathed from the Southern deep To be wrecked on a Baltic bar? 'Last night you swore our voyage was done, But seaward still we go, And you tell us now of a secret vow You have made with an open foe!