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can use his purse with no more talk

      Than he uses yours for his spendings,

      And laugh and meet in your daily walk

      As though there had been no lendings.

      Nine hundred and ninety-nine of 'em call

      For silver and gold in their dealings;

      But the Thousandth Man he's worth 'em all.

      Because you can show him your feelings.

      His wrong's your wrong, and his right's your right,

      In season or out of season.

      Stand up and back it in all men's sight —

      With that for your only reason!

      Nine hundred and ninety-nine can't bide

      The shame or mocking or laughter,

      But the Thousandth Man will stand by your side

      To the gallows-foot – and after!

      THE WINNERS

      What is the moral? Who rides may read.

      When the night is thick and the tracks are blind

      A friend at a pinch is a friend indeed,

      But a fool to wait for the laggard behind.

      Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne,

      He travels the fastest who travels alone.

      White hands cling to the tightened rein,

      Slipping the spur from the booted heel,

      Tenderest voices cry 'Turn again,'

      Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel,

      High hopes faint on a warm hearth stone —

      He travels the fastest who travels alone.

      One may fall but he falls by himself —

      Falls by himself with himself to blame,

      One may attain and to him is pelf,

      Loot of the city in Gold or Fame.

      Plunder of earth shall be all his own

      Who travels the fastest and travels alone.

      Wherefore the more ye be holpen and stayed,

      Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil,

      Sing the heretical song I have made —

      His be the labour and yours be the spoil,

      Win by his aid and the aid disown —

      He travels the fastest who travels alone!

      A ST. HELENA LULLABY

      'How far is St. Helena from a little child at play?'

      What makes you want to wander there with all the world between?

      Oh, Mother, call your son again or else he'll run away.

      (No one thinks of winter when the grass is green!)

      'How far is St. Helena from a fight in Paris street?'

      I haven't time to answer now – the men are falling fast.

      The guns begin to thunder, and the drums begin to beat.

      (If you take the first step you will take the last!)

      'How far is St. Helena from the field of Austerlitz?'

      You couldn't hear me if I told – so loud the cannons roar.

      But not so far for people who are living by their wits.

      ('Gay go up' means 'Gay go down' the wide world o'er!)

      'How far is St. Helena from an Emperor of France?'

      I cannot see – I cannot tell – the crowns they dazzle so.

      The Kings sit down to dinner, and the Queens stand up to dance.

      (After open weather you may look for snow!)

      'How far is St. Helena from the Capes of Trafalgar?'

      A longish way – a longish way – with ten year more to run.

      It's South across the water underneath a setting star.

      (What you cannot finish you must leave undone!)

      'How far is St. Helena from the Beresina ice?'

      An ill way – a chill way – the ice begins to crack.

      But not so far for gentlemen who never took advice.

      (When you can't go forward you must e'en come back!)

      'How far is St. Helena from the field of Waterloo?'

      A near way – a clear way – the ship will take you soon.

      A pleasant place for gentlemen with little left to do,

      (Morning never tries you till the afternoon!)

      'How far from St. Helena to the Gate of Heaven's Grace?'

      That no one knows – that no one knows – and no one ever will.

      But fold your hands across your heart and cover up your face,

      And after all your trapesings, child, lie still!

      CHIL'S SONG

      These were my companions going forth by night – (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) Now come I to whistle them the ending of the fight. (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Word they gave me overhead of quarry newly slain, Word I gave them underfoot of buck upon the plain. Here's an end of every trail – they shall not speak again!

      They that called the hunting-cry – they that followed fast – (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!) They that bade the sambhur wheel, or pinned him as he passed – (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) They that lagged behind the scent – they that ran before, They that shunned the level horn – they that overbore, Here's an end of every trail – they shall not follow more.

      These were my companions. Pity 'twas they died! (For Chil! Look you, for Chil!') Now come I to comfort them that knew them in their pride. (Chil! Vanguards of Chil!) Tattered flank and sunken eye, open mouth and red, Locked and lank and lone they lie, the dead upon their dead. Here's an end of every trail – and here my hosts are fed!

      THE CAPTIVE

      Not with an outcry to Allah nor any complaining

      He answered his name at the muster and stood to the chaining.

      When the twin anklets were nipped on the leg-bars that held them,

      He brotherly greeted the armourers stooping to weld them.

      Ere the sad dust of the marshalled feet of the chain-gang swallowed him,

      Observing him nobly at ease, I alighted and followed him.

      Thus we had speech by the way, but not touching his sorrow —

      Rather his red Yesterday and his regal To-morrow,

      Wherein he statelily moved to the clink of his chains unregarded,

      Nowise abashed but contented to drink of the potion awarded.

      Saluting aloofly his Fate, he made swift with his story,

      And the words of his mouth were as slaves spreading carpets of glory

      Embroidered with names of the Djinns – a miraculous weaving —

      But the cool and perspicuous eye overbore unbelieving.

      So I submitted myself to the limits of rapture —

      Bound by this man we had bound, amid captives his capture —

      Till


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