Transcriber's Note:
Inconsistent hyphenation in the original document has been preserved.
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RECESSIONAL
God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far-flung battle-line,
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
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Far-called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!
RUDYARD KIPLING
The Kaiser: "You See You Have Lost Everything."
The King of the Belgians: "Not My Soul."
(Reproduced by permission of the proprietors of Punch.)