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                                          III 



                                  HIS 〃DAUBER〃 

    O   Masefield's   〃Dauber!〃   You;   who   being   dead;   Yet   speak:   heroic; 



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dauntless; flaming soul; Too suddenly snuffed out!              Here take fresh toll 

Of cognizance; and; in your ocean bed; Serenely rest; assured that who has 

read What you would fain have pictured of the Pole Would gladly match 

your part against the whole Of many a modern artist; Paris…bred。 

    And more than this: if you; indeed; are his; Then; by a dual truth; he; 

too; is yours; For; marked and credited by what endures; Were it the only 

thing; which bears his name; (O deathless Soul; I speak you true in this!) 

〃The Dauber〃 has brought Masefield to his fame。 



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                                 HIS 〃GALLIPOLI〃 

     〃Small wonder;〃 speaks my pensive self; 〃that he Whose passion 'tis to 

sing   of   men   who   fail;   (Belabored;   broken   by The   Unseen   Flail)   Small 

wonder that be makes Gallipoli 

    His    fervent   text;  for  could   there   be  A   costlier  failure  in  Earth's 

shuddering      tale?  Think    of  heroic   Sulva's   bloody    swale;   Of   Anzac's 

tortured thirst and agony!〃 But as I read; protesting voices cry: 〃Not we; 

Not we; who fell among the daffodils; Who conquered Death among those 

blistered hills; And found our glory after mortal pain; Not we; who failed 

and lost Gallipoli; The sad; strange failure theirs who mourn in vain!〃 



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                                      HIS MEAD 

     So;   Masefield;   have   your   royal   words   once   more   Called   forth   the 

praise   of   men;   where   praise   is   due;   Your   great   elegiac;   tragically   true; 

Must     leave  all  Britain  prouder    than  before;   And;   in  spite  of  all  that 

breaking hearts deplore; And all that anguished consciences must rue; One 

arrowed     gladness    surely   pierces   through    》From     London's     centre   to 

Canadian shore: 

    When England; sobbing; mourns Gallipoli; When warm tears flow for 

Rupert Brooke And all the splendid Youth her error took As hostage from 

the   fields   of   daffodils;   Let   this   a   present;   living   solace   be:   You   are   not 

sleeping in those cruel hills! 



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     AMY BRIDGEMAN 

       1620…1920 

     BEFORE him rolls the dark; relentless ocean; Behind him stretch the 

cold   and   barren   sands;   Wrapt   in   the   mantle   of   his   deep   devotion   The 

Pilgrim kneels; and clasps his lifted hands; 

     〃God   of   our   fathers;   who   hast   safely   brought   us   Through   seas   and 

sorrows;   famine;   fire;   and   sword;   Who;   in   Thy   mercies   manifold   hast 

taught us To trust in Thee; our leader and our Lord; 

     〃God;   who   hast   send   Thy   truth   to    shine   before   us;   A   fiery   pillar; 

beaconing on the sea; God; who hast spread thy wings of mercy o'er us; 

God; who hast set our children's children free; 

     〃Freedom       Thy   new…born      nation   here   shall   cherish;   Grant    us  Thy 

covenant;   changing;   sure:   Earth   shall   decay;   the   firmament   shall   perish; 

Freedom and Truth; immortal shall endure。〃 

     Face to the Indian arrows。 Face to the Prussian guns; 》From then till 

now the Pilgrim's vow Has held the Pilgrim's sons。 

     He braved the red man's ambush; He loosed the black man's chain; His 

spirit broke King George's yoke And the battleships of Spain。 

     He   crossed   the   seething   ocean;   He   dared   the   death…strewn   track;   He 

charged in the hell of Saint Mihiel And hurled the tyrant back。 

     For   the   voice   of   the   lonely   Pilgram   Who   knelt   upon   the   strand   A 

people hears three hundred years In the conscience of the land。 

     Daughter of Truth and mother of Courage; Conscience; all hail! Heart 

of New England; strength of the Pilgrims; Thou shalt prevail。 Look how 

the empires rise and fall! Athens robed in her learning and beauty; Rome 

in her royal lust for power… Each has flourished for her little hour; Risen 

and   fallen   and   ceased   to   be。 What   of her by  the Western   Sea;   Born   and 

bred as the child of Duty; Sternest of them all? She it is and she alone Who 

built on faith as her corner stone; Of all the nations none but she Knew 

that the truth shall make us free。 Daughter of Courage; mother of heros; 

Freedom divine。 Light of New England; Star of the Pilgrim; Still shalt thou 

shine。 Yet even as we in our pride rejoice; Hark to the prophet's warning 

voice: 〃The Pilgrim's thrift is vanished And the Pilgrim's faith is dead; And 

the Pilgrim's God is banished; And Mammon reigns in his stead; And work 



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is damned as an evil; And men and women cry; In their restless haste; 'Let 

us spend and waste; And live; for to…morrow we die。' 

     〃And   law   is   trampled   under; And   the   nations   stand   aghast; As   they 

hear the distant thunder Of the storm that marches fast; And we;whose 

ocean borders Shut off the sound and the sight; We will wait for marching 

orders; The world has seen us fight; We have earned our days of revel; 'On 

with the dance'! we cry。 It is pain to think; we will eat and drink! And live; 

for to…morrow we die。〃 

     〃We have laughed   in the eyes   of danger; We   have given our   bravest 

and   best;   We   have   succored   the   starving   stranger;   Others   shall   heed   the 

rest。' And the revel never ceases; And the nations hold their breath; And 

our laughter peals; and the mad world reels; To a carnival of death。 

     〃Slaves   of   sloth   and   the   senses;   Clippers   of   Freedom's   wings;   Come 

back to the Pilgrim's Army And fight for the King of Kings; Come back to 

the Pilgrim's conscience; Be born in the nation's birth; And strive again as 

simple men For the freedom of the earth。 Freedom a free…born nation still 

shall cherish; Be this our covenant; unchanging; sure: Earth shall decay; 

the firmament shall perish; Freedom and Truth immortal shall endure。〃 

     Land of our fathers; when the tempest rages; When the wide earth is 

racked with war and crime; Founded forever on the Rock of Ages; Beaten 

in vain by surging seas of time; 

     Even    as   the  shallop   on   the  breakers    riding;   Even   as   the  Pilgrim 

kneeling on the shore; Firm in thy faith and fortitude abiding; Hold thou 

thy children free forever more。 

     And     when    we   sail  as   Pilgrims'   sons    and   daughters    The    spirit's 

Mayflower into seas unknown; Driving across the waste of wintry waters 

The voyage every soul shall make alone; 

     The Pilgrim's faith; the Pilgrim's courage grant us; Still shines the truth 

that for the Pilgrim shone。 We are his seed; nor life nor death shall daunt 

us。 The port is Freedom!        Pilgrim heart; sail on! 

     LE BARON RUSSELL BRIGGS 



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                THE CROSS…CURRENT 



     THROUGH twelve stout generations New England blood I boast; The 

stubborn pastures bred them; The grim; uncordial coast; 

     Sedate   and   proud   old   cities;   Loved   well   enough   by   me; Then   how 

should I be yearning To scour the earth and sea。 

     Each   of   my Yankee   forbears Wed   a   New   England   mate: They  dwelt 

and did and died here; Nor glimpsed a rosier fate。 

    My     clan   endured    their  kindred;   But   foreigners   they   loathed;   And 

wandering folk; and minstrels; And gypsies motley…clothed。 

     Then   why   do   patches   please   me;   Fantastic;   wild   array?   Why   have   I 

vagrant fancies For lads from far away。 

    My folk were godly Churchmen; Or paced in Elders' weeds; But all 

were grave and pious And hated heathen creeds。 

     Then   why   are   Thor   and   Wotan   To   dread   forces   still?   Why   does   my 

heart go questing For Pan beyond the hill? 

       My people clutched at freedom。 Though others' wills they chained;… 

… But made the Law and kept it; And Beauty; they restrained。 

     Then   why   am   I   a   rebel   To   laws   of   rule   and   square?   Why   would   I 

dream and dally; Or; reckless; do and dare? 

       O   righteous;   solemn   Grandsires;   O   dames;   correct   and   mild;   Who 

bred me of your virtues! Whence comes this changing child? 

     The    thirteenth

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