IX. The Call to Serve

I too will something make
And joy in the making;
Although to-morrow it seem
Like the empty words of a dream
Remembered on waking.”

T

The Tie of Brotherhood

sing the nation's song or do the deed
That crowns with richer light the motherland,
Or lend her strength of arm in hour of need
When fangs of foes shine fierce on every
hand,

Is joy to him whose joy is working well

Is goal and guerdon too, though never fame
Should find a thrill of music in his name;

Yea, goal and guerdon too, though Scorn should aim
Her arrows at his soul's high citadel.
But if the fates withhold the joy from me
To do the deed that widens England's day,
Or join that song of Freedom's jubilee
Begun when England started on her way-
Withhold from me the hero's glorious power
To strike with song or sword for her, the mother,
And give that sacred guerdon to another,

Him will I hail as my more noble brother

Him will I love for his diviner dower.

Theodore Watts-Dunton.

The True Patriotism

HE ever-lustrous name of patriot

To no man be denied because he saw
Where in his country's wholeness lay the
flaw,

Where, on her whiteness, the unseemly blot.
England! thy loyal sons condemn thee.-What!
Shall we be meek who from thine own breasts draw

Our fierceness?

Not ev'n thou shalt overawe

Us thy proud children nowise basely got.
Be this the measure of our loyalty-

To feel thee noble and weep thy lapse the more.
This truth by thy true servants is confess'd-
Thy sins, who love thee most, do most deplore.
Know thou thy faithful! Best they honour thee
Who honour in thee only what is best.

William Watson.

A Monition

NGLAND, on every sea thy navies ride,

And larger breadths of earth thy throne obey
Than own'd of old the conquering Roman's

sway;

Yet, at this full swell of thy fortune's tide,
Hear thou a warning word: Beware of pride-
A Nemesis sits ever at her gates;

Shun selfish greed; respect thy sister States,
And fail not those who in thy truth confide.
Wrong not the dark-hued subjects of thy rule,
Compel them not to toil for others' gain
In blind and unaspiring servitude.
Rather, with godlike art Prométhean, school
Each laggard race by discipline humane,
And lead them gently on to all things good.

J. K. Ingram.