THE WAYS To every man there openeth And the High Soul climbs the High Way, But to every man there openeth AD FINEM Britain! Our Britain! uprisen in the splendour Of your white wrath at treacheries so vile; Roused from your sleep, become once more defender Of those high things which make life worth life's while! Now, God be thanked for even such a wakening Ay, better such a rousing up from slumber; But-Britain! Britain! What if it be written, On the great scrolls of Him who holds the ways, That to the dust the foe shall not be smitten Till unto Him we pledge redeemèd days?— AD FINEM (continued) Till unto Him we turn-in deep soul-sorrow, Take it to heart! This ordeal has its meaning; Take it to heart!-nor hope to find assuagement Of this vast woe, until, with souls subdued, Stripped of all less things, in most high engagement, We seek in Him the One and Only Good. Not of our own might shall this tribulation Wholly to Him, our One and Sovereign Lord. EVENING BRINGS US HOME Evening brings us home, From our wanderings afar, From our multifarious labours, From the things that fret and jar; Evening brings us home at last, From plough and hoe and harrow, from the burden of the day, From the long and lonely furrow in the stiff reluctant clay, From the meads where streams are purling, From the moors where mists are curling, Evening brings us home at last, EVENING BRINGS US HOME (continued) From the pastures where the white lambs to their dams are ever crying, From the byways where the Night lambs Thy Love are crucifying, From the labours of the lowlands, From the glamour of the glowlands, Evening brings us home at last, To the fold, and rest, and Thee. From the Forests of Thy Wonder, where the mighty giants grow, Where we cleave Thy works asunder, and lay the mighty low, From the jungle and the prairie, From the realms of fact and faerie,— Evening brings us home at last, From our wrestlings with the spectres of the dim and dreary way, From the vast heroic chances of the never-ending fray, From the Mount of High Endeavour, In the hope of Thy For Ever,— Evening brings us home at last, |