Afterone moment when I bowed my headAnd the whole world turned over and came upright,And I came out where the old road shone white,I walked the ways and heard what all men said,Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed,Being not unlovable but strange and light;Old riddles and new creeds, not in despiteBut softly, as men smile about the dead.The sages have a hundred maps to giveThat trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,They rattle reason out through many a sieveThat stores the sand and lets the gold go free:And all these things are less than dust to meBecause my name is Lazarus and I live.
Afterone moment when I bowed my headAnd the whole world turned over and came upright,And I came out where the old road shone white,I walked the ways and heard what all men said,Forests of tongues, like autumn leaves unshed,Being not unlovable but strange and light;Old riddles and new creeds, not in despiteBut softly, as men smile about the dead.
The sages have a hundred maps to giveThat trace their crawling cosmos like a tree,They rattle reason out through many a sieveThat stores the sand and lets the gold go free:And all these things are less than dust to meBecause my name is Lazarus and I live.
Form 991785, Sub-Section D
TheRoman threw us a road, a road,And sighed and strolled away:The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid,A raid that came to stay;The Dane went west, but the Dane confessedThat he went a bit too far;And we all became, by another name,The Imperial race we are.
TheRoman threw us a road, a road,And sighed and strolled away:The Saxon gave us a raid, a raid,A raid that came to stay;The Dane went west, but the Dane confessedThat he went a bit too far;And we all became, by another name,The Imperial race we are.
Chorus
The Imperial race, the inscrutable race,The invincible race we are.Though Sussex hills are bare, are bare,And Sussex weald is wide,From Chichester to ChesterMen saw the Norman ride;He threw his sword in the air and sangTo a sort of a light guitar;It was all the same, for we all becameThe identical nobs we are.
The Imperial race, the inscrutable race,The invincible race we are.
Though Sussex hills are bare, are bare,And Sussex weald is wide,From Chichester to ChesterMen saw the Norman ride;He threw his sword in the air and sangTo a sort of a light guitar;It was all the same, for we all becameThe identical nobs we are.
Chorus
The identical nobs, individual nobsUnmistakable nobs we are.The people lived on the land, the land,They pottered about and prayed;They built a cathedral here and thereOr went on a small crusade:Till the bones of Becket were bundled outFor the fun of a fat White Czar,And we all became, in spoil and flame,The intelligent lot we are.
The identical nobs, individual nobsUnmistakable nobs we are.
The people lived on the land, the land,They pottered about and prayed;They built a cathedral here and thereOr went on a small crusade:Till the bones of Becket were bundled outFor the fun of a fat White Czar,And we all became, in spoil and flame,The intelligent lot we are.
Chorus
The intelligent lot, the intuitive lot,The infallible lot we are.O Warwick woods are green, are green,But Warwick trees can fall:And Birmingham grew so big, so big,And Stratford stayed so small.Till the hooter howled to the morning larkThat sang to the morning star;And we all became, in freedom’s name,The fortunate chaps we are.
The intelligent lot, the intuitive lot,The infallible lot we are.
O Warwick woods are green, are green,But Warwick trees can fall:And Birmingham grew so big, so big,And Stratford stayed so small.Till the hooter howled to the morning larkThat sang to the morning star;And we all became, in freedom’s name,The fortunate chaps we are.
Chorus
The fortunate chaps, felicitous chaps,The fairy-like chaps we are.The people they left the land, the land,But they went on working hard;And the village green that had got mislaidTurned up in the squire’s back-yard:But twenty men of us all got workOn a bit of his motor car;And we all became, with the world’s acclaim,The marvellous mugs we are:
The fortunate chaps, felicitous chaps,The fairy-like chaps we are.
The people they left the land, the land,But they went on working hard;And the village green that had got mislaidTurned up in the squire’s back-yard:But twenty men of us all got workOn a bit of his motor car;And we all became, with the world’s acclaim,The marvellous mugs we are:
Chorus
The marvellous mugs, miraculous mugs,The mystical mugs we are.
The marvellous mugs, miraculous mugs,The mystical mugs we are.
Form 17955301, Sub-Section Z
Theearth is a place on which England is found,And you find it however you twirl the globe round;For the spots are all red and the rest is all grey,And that is the meaning of Empire Day.Gibraltar’s a rock that you see very plain,And attached to its base is the district of Spain.And the island of Malta is marked further on,Where some natives were known as the Knights of St. John.Then Cyprus, and east to the Suez Canal,That was conquered by Dizzy and Rothschild his palWith the Sword of the Lord in the old English way;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.Our principal imports come far as Cape Horn;For necessities, cocoa; for luxuries, corn;Thus Brahmins are born for the rice-field, and thus,The Gods made the Greeks to grow currants for us;Tobacco and petrol and Jazzing and Jews:The Jazzing will pass but the Jews they will stay;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.Our principal exports, all labelled and packed,At the ends of the earth are delivered intact:Our soap or our salmon can travel in tinsBetween the two poles and as like as two pins;So that Lancashire merchants whenever they likeCan water the beer of a man in KlondikeOr poison the meat of a man in Bombay;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.The day of St. George is a musty affairWhich Russians and Greeks are permitted to share;The day of Trafalgar is Spanish in nameAnd the Spaniards refuse to pronounce it the same;But the Day of the Empire from Canada cameWith Morden and Borden and Beaverbrook’s fameAnd saintly seraphical souls such as they:And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Theearth is a place on which England is found,And you find it however you twirl the globe round;For the spots are all red and the rest is all grey,And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Gibraltar’s a rock that you see very plain,And attached to its base is the district of Spain.And the island of Malta is marked further on,Where some natives were known as the Knights of St. John.Then Cyprus, and east to the Suez Canal,That was conquered by Dizzy and Rothschild his palWith the Sword of the Lord in the old English way;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Our principal imports come far as Cape Horn;For necessities, cocoa; for luxuries, corn;Thus Brahmins are born for the rice-field, and thus,The Gods made the Greeks to grow currants for us;Tobacco and petrol and Jazzing and Jews:The Jazzing will pass but the Jews they will stay;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Our principal exports, all labelled and packed,At the ends of the earth are delivered intact:Our soap or our salmon can travel in tinsBetween the two poles and as like as two pins;So that Lancashire merchants whenever they likeCan water the beer of a man in KlondikeOr poison the meat of a man in Bombay;And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
The day of St. George is a musty affairWhich Russians and Greeks are permitted to share;The day of Trafalgar is Spanish in nameAnd the Spaniards refuse to pronounce it the same;But the Day of the Empire from Canada cameWith Morden and Borden and Beaverbrook’s fameAnd saintly seraphical souls such as they:And that is the meaning of Empire Day.
Form 8277059, Sub-Section K
Iremembermy mother, the day that we met,A thing I shall never entirely forget;And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am,I should know her again if we met in a tram.But mother is happy in turning a crankThat increases the balance at somebody’s bank;And I feel satisfaction that mother is freeFrom the sinister task of attending to me.They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool,With diagrams used in the Idiot School,And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see;But mother is happy, for mother is free.For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors,For love of the Leeds International Stores,And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold,With the care of a baby of seven weeks old.For mother is happy in greasing a wheelFor somebody else, who is cornering Steel;And though our one meeting was not very long,She took the occasion to sing me this song:“O, hush thee, my baby, the time soon will comeWhen thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum;There are handles want turning and turning all day,And knobs to be pressed in the usual way;O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,For Progress comes early, and Freedom too soon.”
Iremembermy mother, the day that we met,A thing I shall never entirely forget;And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am,I should know her again if we met in a tram.But mother is happy in turning a crankThat increases the balance at somebody’s bank;And I feel satisfaction that mother is freeFrom the sinister task of attending to me.
They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool,With diagrams used in the Idiot School,And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see;But mother is happy, for mother is free.For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors,For love of the Leeds International Stores,And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold,With the care of a baby of seven weeks old.
For mother is happy in greasing a wheelFor somebody else, who is cornering Steel;And though our one meeting was not very long,She took the occasion to sing me this song:“O, hush thee, my baby, the time soon will comeWhen thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum;There are handles want turning and turning all day,And knobs to be pressed in the usual way;
O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon,For Progress comes early, and Freedom too soon.”
Form 8889512, Sub-Section Q
Howslowly learns the child at schoolThe names of all the nobs that ruleFrom Ponsonby to Pennant;Ere his bewildered mind find rest,Knowing his host can be a Guest,His landlord is a Tennant.He knew not, at the age of three,What Lord St. Leger next will beOr what he was before;A Primrose in the social swimA Mr. Primrose is to him,And he is nothing more.But soon, about the age of ten,He finds he is a Citizen,And knows his way about;Can pause within, or just beyond,The line ’twixt Mond and Demi-Mond,’Twixt Getting On—or Out.The Citizen will take his share(In every sense) as bull and bear;Nor need this oral dittyInvoke the philologic penTo show you that a CitizenMeans Something in the City.Thus gains he, with the virile gown,The fasces and the civic crown,The forum of the free;Not more to Rome’s high law alliedIs Devonport in all his prideOr Lipton’s self than he.For he will learn, if he will try,The deep interior truths wherebyWe rule the Commonwealth;What is the Food-Controller’s feeAnd whether the Health MinistryAre in it for their health.
Howslowly learns the child at schoolThe names of all the nobs that ruleFrom Ponsonby to Pennant;Ere his bewildered mind find rest,Knowing his host can be a Guest,His landlord is a Tennant.
He knew not, at the age of three,What Lord St. Leger next will beOr what he was before;A Primrose in the social swimA Mr. Primrose is to him,And he is nothing more.
But soon, about the age of ten,He finds he is a Citizen,And knows his way about;Can pause within, or just beyond,The line ’twixt Mond and Demi-Mond,’Twixt Getting On—or Out.
The Citizen will take his share(In every sense) as bull and bear;Nor need this oral dittyInvoke the philologic penTo show you that a CitizenMeans Something in the City.
Thus gains he, with the virile gown,The fasces and the civic crown,The forum of the free;Not more to Rome’s high law alliedIs Devonport in all his prideOr Lipton’s self than he.
For he will learn, if he will try,The deep interior truths wherebyWe rule the Commonwealth;What is the Food-Controller’s feeAnd whether the Health MinistryAre in it for their health.
Form 339125, Sub-Section M
Twiceone is two,Twice two is four,But twice two is ninety-six if you know the way to score.Half of two is one,Half of four is two,But half of four is forty per cent. if your name is Montagu:For everything else is on the squareIf done by the best quadratics;And nothing is low in High FinanceOr the Higher Mathematics.A straight line is straightAnd a square mile is flat:But you learn in trigonometrics a trick worth two of that.Two straight linesCan’t enclose a Space,But they can enclose a Corner to support the Chosen Race:For you never know what Dynamics doWith the lower truths of Statics;And half of two is a touring carIn the Higher Mathematics.There is a place apartBeyond the solar ray,Where parallel straight lines can meet in an unofficial way.There is a room that holdsThe examiner or his clerks,Where you can square the circle or the man that gives the marks.Where you hide in the cellar and then look downOn the poets that live in the attics;For the whole of the house is upside downIn the Higher Mathematics.
Twiceone is two,Twice two is four,But twice two is ninety-six if you know the way to score.Half of two is one,Half of four is two,But half of four is forty per cent. if your name is Montagu:For everything else is on the squareIf done by the best quadratics;And nothing is low in High FinanceOr the Higher Mathematics.
A straight line is straightAnd a square mile is flat:But you learn in trigonometrics a trick worth two of that.Two straight linesCan’t enclose a Space,But they can enclose a Corner to support the Chosen Race:For you never know what Dynamics doWith the lower truths of Statics;And half of two is a touring carIn the Higher Mathematics.
There is a place apartBeyond the solar ray,Where parallel straight lines can meet in an unofficial way.There is a room that holdsThe examiner or his clerks,Where you can square the circle or the man that gives the marks.Where you hide in the cellar and then look downOn the poets that live in the attics;For the whole of the house is upside downIn the Higher Mathematics.
Form 394411102, Sub-Section X
“All practical Eugenists are agreed on the importance of sleep.”—The Eugenic Congress.
WhenScience taught mankind to breatheA little while ago,Only a wise and thoughtful fewWere really in the know:Nor could the Youth his features wreathe,Puffing from all the lungs beneath:When Duty whispered softly “Breathe!”The Youth would answer “Blow!”When Science proved with lucid careThe need of Exercise,Our thoughtless Youth was climbing treesOr lightly blacking eyes:To reckless idlers breaking boundsFor football or for hare-and-hounds,Or fighting hard for fourteen rounds,It came as a surprise.But when she boldly counsels SleepTo persons when in bed,Then, then indeed men blush to seeThe daybreak blushing red:The early risers whom we termHealthy, grow sickly and infirm;The Early Bird who caught the WormWill catch the Germ instead.For this at least be Science praisedIf all the rest be rot,That now she snubs the priggish childThat quits too soon his cot:The pharisaic pachydermOf spiritual pride shall squirm:The Early Bird catches the worm,The Worm that dieth not.
WhenScience taught mankind to breatheA little while ago,Only a wise and thoughtful fewWere really in the know:Nor could the Youth his features wreathe,Puffing from all the lungs beneath:When Duty whispered softly “Breathe!”The Youth would answer “Blow!”
When Science proved with lucid careThe need of Exercise,Our thoughtless Youth was climbing treesOr lightly blacking eyes:To reckless idlers breaking boundsFor football or for hare-and-hounds,Or fighting hard for fourteen rounds,It came as a surprise.
But when she boldly counsels SleepTo persons when in bed,Then, then indeed men blush to seeThe daybreak blushing red:The early risers whom we termHealthy, grow sickly and infirm;The Early Bird who caught the WormWill catch the Germ instead.
For this at least be Science praisedIf all the rest be rot,That now she snubs the priggish childThat quits too soon his cot:The pharisaic pachydermOf spiritual pride shall squirm:The Early Bird catches the worm,The Worm that dieth not.
THE ARDEN PRESSSTAMFORD STREETLONDON, S.E.1