“The Five Nations”

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First line Title Notes
A Nation spoke to a Nation Our Lady of the Snows
As our mother the Frigate, bepainted and fine Cruisers
Before a midnight breaks in storm Dedication
Daily with knees that feign to quake Rimmon
Files The Files
For things we never mention The Broken Men
God gave all men all earth to love Sussex
Her hand was still on her sword-hilt, the spur was still on her heel The Young Queen
‘Here is nothing new , or aught unproven’, say the trumpets The Old Issue
Here where my fresh-turned furrows run The Settler
In extended observation of the ways and works of man Et Dona Ferentes
Let us admit it fairly, as a business people should The Lesson
Lived a woman wonderful South Africa
No doubt but ye are the people —your throne is above the King’s The Islanders
Not in the camp his victory lies The Reformers
Now the Four-way lodge is opened, and the Hunting Winds are loosed The Feet of the Young Men
Oh glorious are the guarded heights The Wage-slaves
Oh Hushee, carry your shoes in your hand, and bow your head on your breast Kitchener’s School
Oh ye who tread the Narrow Way Buddhe at Kamakura
Said England unto Pharaoh, ‘I must make a man of you’ Pharaoh and the Sergeant
Sudden the desert changes Bridge Guard in the Karroo
Take up the White Man’s Burden The White Man’s Burden
The God of Fair Beginnings The Song of Diego Valdez
The strength of twice three thousand horse The Destroyers
The Word came down to Dives, in Torment where he lay The Peace of Dives
There’s no sense in going further—it’s the edge of cultivation The Explorer
They christened my brother of old The Bell Buoy
This is our lot if we live so long, and labour unto the end The Old Men
We have no heart for the fishing, we have no hand for the oar The Dykes
We’ve sent our little Cupids all ashore The Second Voyage
When I was a King and a mason —a Master proven and skilled The Palace
When that great Kings return to clay The Burial
When the darkened Fifties dip to the North Song of the Wise Children
Where run your colts at pasture White Horses
Who hath desired the sea? —the sight of salt water unbounded The Sea and the Hills
Who recalls the twlight and the ranged tents in order Dirge of Dead Sisters
With those that bred, with those that loosed the strife General Joubert
Yearly, with tent and rifle, our careless white men go The Truce of the Bear
At times when under cover I ‘ave said The Instructor
God of our fathers, known of old Recessional
I do not love my Empire’s foes Piet
I wish my mother could see me now, with a fence-post under my arm M.I.
Me that ‘ave been what I’ve been Chant Pagan
Only two African kopjes Two Kopjes
Out o’ the wilderness, dusty and dry Columns
Peace is declared, ‘an I return The Return
Smells are surer than sounds or sights Lichtenberg
The bachelor, ‘e fights for one The Married Man
The General ‘eard the firin’ on the flank Stellenbosch
There is a word you often see, pronounce it as you may Ubique
There is a world outside the one you know Wilful-Missing’
“Tommy” you was when it began The Service Man
We’re foot—slog—slog—slog—slogging over Africa Boots
We’ve rode and fiought and ate and drunk as rations come to hand The Parting of the Columns
When by the labour of my ‘ands Half Ballad of Waterval