| THE FIVE NATIONS | |
| PAGE | |
| BRIDGE-GUARD IN THE KARROO | [8] |
| DIRGE OF DEAD SISTERS | [26] |
| ISLANDERS, THE | [31] |
| LESSON, THE | [13] |
| OLD ISSUE, THE | [1] |
| PEACE OF DIVES, THE | [40] |
| REFORMERS, THE | [23] |
| SETTLER, THE | [53] |
| SOUTH AFRICA | [49] |
| SERVICE SONGS | |
| BOOTS | [88] |
| CHANT-PAGAN | [59] |
| COLUMNS | [72] |
| FILES, THE | [17] |
| HALF-BALLAD OF WATERVAL | [102] |
| INSTRUCTOR, THE | [86] |
| LICHTENBERG | [95] |
| MARRIED MAN, THE | [91] |
| M. I. | [64] |
| PARTING OF THE COLUMNS, THE | [77] |
| PIET | [104] |
| RECESSIONAL | [121] |
| RETURN, THE | [117] |
| STELLENBOSH | [98] |
| TWO KOPJES | [82] |
| UBIQUE | [113] |
| ‘WILFUL-MISSING’ | [110] |
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| At times when under cover I ’ave said, | [86] |
| Files, | [17] |
| God of our fathers, known of old, | [121] |
| ‘Here is nothing new nor aught unproven’ say the Trumpets, | [1] |
| Here, where my fresh-turned furrows run, | [53] |
| I do not love my Empire’s foes, | [104] |
| I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm, | [64] |
| Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should, | [13] |
| Lived a woman wonderful, | [49] |
| Me that ’ave been what I’ve been, | [59] |
| No doubt but ye are the People—your throne is above the King’s, | [31] |
| Not in the camp his victory lies, | [23] |
| Only two African kopjes, | [82] |
| Out o’ the wilderness, dusty an’ dry, | [72] |
| Peace is declared, an’ I return, | [117] |
| Smells are surer than sounds or sights, | [95] |
| Sudden the desert changes, | [8] |
| The bachelor ’e fights for one, | [91] |
| The General ’eard the firin’ on the flank, | [98] |
| There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may, | [113] |
| There is a world outside the one you know, | [110] |
| The Word came down to Dives in Torment where he lay, | [40] |
| We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—sloggin’ over Africa! | [88] |
| We’ve rode and fought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand, | [77] |
| When by the labour of my ’ands, | [102] |
| Who recalls the twilight and the ranged tents in order, | [26] |
THE OLD ISSUE
OCTOBER 9, 1899
Here is nothing new nor aught unproven,’ say the Trumpets,
‘Many feet have worn it and the road is old indeed.
‘It is the King—the King we schooled aforetime!’
(Trumpets in the marshes—in the eyot at Runnymede!)
’Here is neither haste, nor hate, nor anger,’ peal the Trumpets,
‘Pardon for his penitence or pity for his fall.
‘It is the King!’—inexorable Trumpets—
(Trumpets round the scaffold at the dawning by Whitehall!)
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