I left behind the ways of care, The crowded hurrying hours, I breathed again the woodland air,
Riding at dawn, riding alone, Gillespie left the town behind; Before he turned by the Westward road
After long labouring in the windy ways, On smooth and shining tides Swiftly the great ship glides,
In The Time Of War And Tumults O Lord Almighty, Thou whose hands Despair and victory give;
Turn back, my Soul, no longer set Thy peace upon the years to come Turn back, the land of thy regret
Dear Earth, near Earth, the clay that made us men, The land we sowed, The hearth that glowed---
Though I wander far-off ways, Dearest, never doubt thou me: Mine is not the love that strays,
"The sleep that Tippoo Sahib sleeps Heeds not the cry of man; The faith that Tippoo Sahib keeps
Before the April night was late A rider came to the castle gate; A rider breathing human breath,
England! where the sacred flame Burns before the inmost shrine, Where the lips that love thy name
(June 21st, 1897*) A thousand years by sea and land Our race hath served the island kings,