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 Now, this is the road that the White Men tread

When they go to clean a land—

Iron underfoot and levin overhead

And the deep on either hand.

We have trod that road—and a wet and windy road—

Our chosen star for guide.

Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread

Their highway side by side!

Now, this is the faith that the White Men hold

When they build their homes afar—

"Freedom for ourselves and freedom for our sons

And, failing freedom, War."

We have proved our faith—bear witness to our faith,

Dear souls of freemen slain!

Oh, well for the world when the White Men join

To prove their faith again!



1902

(When Germany proposed that England should help her in a naval demonstration to collect debts from Venezuela.)

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.

