Yes, it was I. And sore to me the telling. Yes, it was I. And thought of it has been God's potent spur my whole soul's might compelling These outer darknesses for Him to win. PAUL Bond-slave to Christ, and in my bonds rejoicing, Earmarked to Him I counted less than nought; His man henceforward, eager to be voicing That wondrous Love which Saul the Roman sought. Sought him and found him, working bitter sorrow; Found him and claimed him, chose him for his own; Bound him in darkness, till the glorious morrow Unsealed his eyes to that he had not known. WAKENING This mortal dies, But, in the moment when the light fails here, The darkness opens, and the vision clear Breaks on his eyes. The vail is rent, On his enraptured gaze heaven's glory breaks, He was asleep, and in that moment wakes. MACEDONIA, 1903 Devils' work! Devils' work, my masters! Britain, your hands are red! You may close your heart, but you cannot shirk This terrible fact,-We-kept-the-Turk. His day was past and we knew his work, But he played our game, so we kept the Turk, For our own sake's sake we kept the Turk. Britain, your hands are red! Red are the walls and the ways, And-Britain, your hands are red! There is blood on the hearth, and blood in the well, And the whole fair land is a red, red hell,Britain, your hands are red! "Come over! Come over and help us!" We are deaf to the ancient cry. -“For the sake of our women and children!" And Britain stands quietly by. O Britain, your hands are red! Cleanse your hands, Britain! Yea, cleanse them in blood if it must be! For blood that is shed in the cause of right Has power, as of old, to wash souls white. Cleanse your hands, Britain! O for the fiery grace of old, The heart and the masterful hand! But grace grows dim and the fire grows cold, We are heavy with greed and lust and gold, And life creeps low in the land. Break your bonds, Britain! Stand up once again for the right! We have stained our hands in the times that are past, Before God, we would wash them white. For the Nations are in the proving; Each day is Judgment Day; HEARTS IN EXILE O Exiled Hearts-for you, for you- Hear the voices of the women on the road! Hear the laughter of the children on the O Gloomy Night-for you, for you- Hear the clink of breaking fetters on the O Might sans Right-for you, for you- Hear the slow, sure tread of Freedom on WANDERED The wind blows shrill along the hill, -Black is the night and cold— The sky hangs low with its weight of snow, And the drifts are deep on the wold. But what care I for wind or snow? And what care I for the cold? Oh . . where is my lamb My one ewe lamb That strayed from the fåd? The beasts are safely gathered in, ⚫ They are snug and warm, and safe from harm, In stall and byre and fold. And the dogs and I, by the blazing fire, Care nought for the snow and the cold. Oh . . where is my lamb My one ewe lamb That strayed from the fold? The barns are bursting with their store A full, fat year has brought good cheer, But What care I for teeming barns? And what care I for gold? In the great kitchen, maids and men, Laugh loud and long, with jest and song, Let them laugh and sing, let them have their My one ewe lamb That strayed from the fold? The old house moans, and sighs and groans, -Black is the night and cold We have seen brave times, you and I, old friend, But now we are growing old. We have stood foursquare to many a storm, But now we are growing old. Oh . . . where is my lamb— That strayed from the fold? Her mother sleeps on the hill out there, She is free from care, she is happier there, And I've sometimes hoped they may have |