POETRY OLD AND NEW.

New Zealand Herald, Volume LII, Issue 15864, 10 March 1915, Page 10

POETRY OLD AND NEW.

1 THE OUTLAWS. 1 We quote a portion of Mr. -Kipling's , striking poem which he hau contributed it to King Albert's book. I Through learned and laborious yews - They set themselves to find Frosh terrors and undreamed-of tears c To heap upon mankind. While, for well-weighed advantage sake, / Rulor and ruled alike c Built up a faith they meant to break b When the fit hour should strike. j, , They traded wdth the careless earth. And good return it gave; They plotted by their neighbour's hearth n The means to make him sjave. They paid the price to reach their goal „ Across a world in flame, i But their own hate slew their own soul - j Before that victory came. *~~™ i THE LITTLE PEOPLES. « s The Pharaohs trampled on us in their day, As slaves we trod the streets of Babylon, i The Roman Eagles found in us their prey, r Yet we remain, and all our lords are gone. l V Innumerable as the starry host, Or sand of the sea shore, the Persian r came; « We met him undismayed by threat and [ boast, _ " And flung him back to ruin and to shame. * li Between the brimming sea and level land, _ We learned the secret .of the strong and free, • a Not Philip's might, not Alva's ruthless hand, t' Could rob us of our birthright— I ' And ye, O few in numbers, great of heart! In yen hath glowed once more the undying flame, I Loss, anguish, death itself, have been your , part. Loss could not daunt you, death nor an- t Buish tame. ' I In you tho heroic past hath Kved again, Through you tha days to come shall fairer v 1 bo, 1 Nor one of all your brave have fallun in vain, p 0 little people of tho Northern sea! 0 ; —B. Path. Neumah in tho Spectator. { THE PRICE OP ADMIRALTY. The New Year breaks and the Nation wakes fi To a bolt from the briny blue— n To the tragic cost of a good ship lost With the bulk of her gallant crew. . And the frantic crows of our gleeful foes r Kipo like a swelling breeze, f< As they brag of the fall, for good and all, Of our reign on the world's high seas. 'Tis a dawning drear of a sad New Year, But most for the stricken wives j And mothers .eft, in the time that's loft, Of their well-laved men-folk's lives. Here griof goos deep, whero the women weep. , And grief is for them in place; " But tho boastful taunts which the enemy t< flcunta ... SI We can meet with a smiling face. J The seas survey, as they are to-day!— VTell me, yo braves, who bra?, vi Tour Teuton talk o'er the waves may stalk, 0 But where is your Teuton Aug? 1 Where does it fly en tho ocean high, ° While your ships in harbour rot? p And tell mo where arc those waters rare ii V hero Britannia's flag is not ? , - Tour vauntings proud may speak r.loud, J But louder the fleet that skulks, < And tho ships that lido on a land-locked tide, " o' Impotent, useless hulks. k Sho cpends, not saves, who rules the waves.; D Thus Admiralty decrees; „ And pays the out in ten ships lost v For » thousand that range tho seas- a 1 -Troth, cl