ILLUSTRATIONS
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| ‘Admiral Boy—Vice-Admiral Babe,’ says Gloriana, ‘I cry your pardon’ | [41] |
| I kneeled, and he tapped me on the shoulder. ‘Rise up, Sir Harry Dawe,’ he says | [74] |
| They made the sign which no Indian makes outside of the Medicine Lodges | [171] |
| ‘You’ll open a road from the East unto the West, and back again’ | [292] |
A CHARM
Take of English earth as much
As either hand may rightly clutch.
In the taking of it breathe
Prayer for all who lie beneath—
Not the great nor well bespoke,
But the mere uncounted folk
Of whose life and death is none
Report or lamentation.
Lay that earth upon thy heart,
And thy sickness shall depart!
It shall sweeten and make whole
Fevered breath and festered soul;
It shall mightily restrain
Over-busy hand and brain;
It shall ease thy mortal strife
’Gainst the immortal woe of life,
Till thyself restored shall prove
By what grace the Heavens do move.