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 These shall come down to the battle and snatch you from under the rods?

From the gusty, flickering gun-roll with viewless salvoes rent,

And the pitted hail of the bullets that tell not whence they were sent.

When ye are ringed as with iron, when ye are scourged as with whips,

When the meat is yet in your belly, and the boast is yet on your lips;

When ye go forth at morning and the noon beholds you broke,

Ere ye lie down at even, your remnant, under the yoke?

No doubt but ye are the People—absolute, strong, and wise;

Whatever your heart has desired ye have not withheld from your eyes.

On your own heads, in your own hands, the sin and the saving lies!



(Written for the gathering of survivors of the Indian Mutiny, Albert Hall, 1907.)

, across our fathers' graves,

The astonished years reveal

The remnant of that desperate host

Which cleansed our East with steel.

Hail and farewell! We greet you here,

With tears that none will scorn—

O Keepers of the House of old,

Or ever we were born!

