TO OOM PAUL KRUGER.ON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY.
ON HIS SEVENTY-FIFTH BIRTHDAY.
His shield a skin, his sword a prayer:Seventy-five years old to-day!Yet mailed young hosts are marshaling thereTo hound down in his native lair—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Mars! Ever was such shameless shame?Christ’s calend calls the roll to-day,Yet Christians write the sweet Christ’s nameIn blood, and seek, with sword and flame—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Stand firm, grim shepherd-hero, stand!The world’s watchtowers teem to-dayWith men who pray with lifted handFor you and yours, old, simple, grand—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.God’s pity for the foolish fewWho guide great England’s hosts to-day!They cannot make the false the true;They can but turn true hearts to you—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Or king or cowboy, steep or plain,Or palace hall, where, what—to-day,All, all, despite of place or gain,Are with you, with you heart and brain—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Brave England’s bravest, best, her Fair,Who love fair play, are yours to-day.And oh, the heart, the hope, the prayer—Theworldis with you over there—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
His shield a skin, his sword a prayer:Seventy-five years old to-day!Yet mailed young hosts are marshaling thereTo hound down in his native lair—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Mars! Ever was such shameless shame?Christ’s calend calls the roll to-day,Yet Christians write the sweet Christ’s nameIn blood, and seek, with sword and flame—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Stand firm, grim shepherd-hero, stand!The world’s watchtowers teem to-dayWith men who pray with lifted handFor you and yours, old, simple, grand—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.God’s pity for the foolish fewWho guide great England’s hosts to-day!They cannot make the false the true;They can but turn true hearts to you—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Or king or cowboy, steep or plain,Or palace hall, where, what—to-day,All, all, despite of place or gain,Are with you, with you heart and brain—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.Brave England’s bravest, best, her Fair,Who love fair play, are yours to-day.And oh, the heart, the hope, the prayer—Theworldis with you over there—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
His shield a skin, his sword a prayer:Seventy-five years old to-day!Yet mailed young hosts are marshaling thereTo hound down in his native lair—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
His shield a skin, his sword a prayer:
Seventy-five years old to-day!
Yet mailed young hosts are marshaling there
To hound down in his native lair—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Mars! Ever was such shameless shame?Christ’s calend calls the roll to-day,Yet Christians write the sweet Christ’s nameIn blood, and seek, with sword and flame—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Mars! Ever was such shameless shame?
Christ’s calend calls the roll to-day,
Yet Christians write the sweet Christ’s name
In blood, and seek, with sword and flame—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Stand firm, grim shepherd-hero, stand!The world’s watchtowers teem to-dayWith men who pray with lifted handFor you and yours, old, simple, grand—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Stand firm, grim shepherd-hero, stand!
The world’s watchtowers teem to-day
With men who pray with lifted hand
For you and yours, old, simple, grand—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
God’s pity for the foolish fewWho guide great England’s hosts to-day!They cannot make the false the true;They can but turn true hearts to you—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
God’s pity for the foolish few
Who guide great England’s hosts to-day!
They cannot make the false the true;
They can but turn true hearts to you—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Or king or cowboy, steep or plain,Or palace hall, where, what—to-day,All, all, despite of place or gain,Are with you, with you heart and brain—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Or king or cowboy, steep or plain,
Or palace hall, where, what—to-day,
All, all, despite of place or gain,
Are with you, with you heart and brain—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Brave England’s bravest, best, her Fair,Who love fair play, are yours to-day.And oh, the heart, the hope, the prayer—Theworldis with you over there—Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.
Brave England’s bravest, best, her Fair,
Who love fair play, are yours to-day.
And oh, the heart, the hope, the prayer—
Theworldis with you over there—
Oom Paul Kruger, South Africa.