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SINKAT AND MR. GLADSTONE
The English heart was leashed.—We watched afar
The desert hosts engirdling day by day
The prostrate city where our duty lay
Prisoned. From rise of sun to set of star
Men called for England's help.—Who rose to bar
The English spirit upon its fiery way?
Who by weak deeds and imbecile delay
Seared honour's white brow with a shame-red scar?
The desert hosts engirdling day by day
The prostrate city where our duty lay
Prisoned. From rise of sun to set of star
Men called for England's help.—Who rose to bar
The English spirit upon its fiery way?
Who by weak deeds and imbecile delay
Seared honour's white brow with a shame-red scar?
One man: who when the heart of England burned
Held back that heart, and said “Thou shalt not go.”
Whose lips alone in all the land said “No;”
Whose hands alone the pleading pale hands spurned.
Who only in all the land quite tearless turned
From that wild spectacle of lonely woe.
Held back that heart, and said “Thou shalt not go.”
Whose lips alone in all the land said “No;”
Whose hands alone the pleading pale hands spurned.
Who only in all the land quite tearless turned
From that wild spectacle of lonely woe.
Feb. 26, 1884.
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