Take up the White Man's burden.
Thet tells the story! Thet's wut we shall git
By tryin' squirtguns on the burnin' Pit;
For the day never comes when it'll du
To kick off dooty like a worn-out shoe.
Straight is the line of duty;
Curved is the line of beauty;
Follow the straight line, thou shalt see
The curved line ever follow thee.
Every mission constitutes a pledge of duty. Every man is bound to consecrate his every faculty to its fulfilment. He will derive his rule of action from the profound conviction of that duty.
The things which must be, must be for the best,
God helps us do our duty and not shrink,
And trust His mercy humbly for the rest.
Left that command
Sole daughter of his voice.
Knowledge is the hill which few may wish to climb;
Duty is the path that all may tread.
Thy sum of duty let two words contain,
(O may they graven in thy heart remain!)
Be humble and be just.
And I read the moral—A brave endeavour
To do thy duty, whate'er its worth,
Is better than life with love forever,
And love is the sweetest thing on earth.
Alas! when duty grows thy law, enjoyment fades away.
I do perceive here a divided duty.
I thought the remnant of mine age
Should have been cherish'd by her child-like duty.
Not once or twice in our rough island story,
The path of duty was the way to glory.
Simple duty hath no place for fear.
The primal duties shine aloft, like stars;
The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless
Are scattered at the feet of Man, like flowers.
Give unto me, made lowly wise,
The spirit of self-sacrifice;
The confidence of reason give;
And in the light of truth thy
Bondman let me live!
Stern Daughter of the Voice of God.
Who art a light to guide, a rod
To check the erring, and reprove.
EAGLE
So, in the Libyan fable it is told
That once an eagle, stricken with a dart,
Said, when he saw the fashion of the shaft,
"With our own feathers, not by others' hand
Are we now smitten."
So the struck eagle, stretched upon the plain,
No more through rolling clouds to soar again,
Viewed his own feather on the fatal dart,
And wing'd the shaft that quivered in his heart.
Tho' he inherit
Nor the pride, nor ample pinion,
That the Theban eagle bear,
Sailing with supreme dominion
Thro' the azure deep of air.
King of the peak and glacier,
King of the cold, white scalps,
He lifts his head at that close tread,
The eagle of the Alps.