HAIL, dauntless leader stout of heart, Stern guardian of the White God's rule! Abroad -- from Nippon's wily art, At home -- from craven lout and fool! Though Asia's squadrons wax by sevens, Our boards shall never spread their feast, These mirthless sons of godless heavens, Grim vanguards of the swarming East! Upon our heritage of pains Their heavy sins shall not be hurled, Their stunted trees and stunted brains, The burden of their Yellow World. What of their kinsmen wont to roam The earth upon the steeds of hell? They were God's Scourge! Before them Rome Quaked, and her holy altars fell. But Attila is dead! And he Would not be bold to tempt his fate And lead their hosts across the sea, While California holds the Gate! And while Christ's sunrise crowns His morn, While we have arms to spike their guns, We laugh their Shogun threats to scorn, We shall not cringe before these Huns! We have one destiny; in them The Forty-Seven Ronins dwell; Not theirs the star of Bethlehem, Not theirs the White Man's Citadel! For yellow toil the yellow dross, But not an inch of native sod! Above the flag we plant the Cross, We are the paladins of God! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 8. MAN'S PLACE IN CREATION by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JUST & UNJUST by CHARLES SYNGE CHRISTOPHER BOWEN THE WEATHER-COCK POINTS SOUTH by AMY LOWELL GOLDEN HILL by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG MY LETTERS by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM TO MR. D'URFEY, UPON HIS INCOMPARABLE BALLADS CALL'D BY HIM LYRIC ODES by THOMAS (TOM) BROWN |