THE LABOURER

Apparition is then of a monster-task, in a policy carving new fashions:

The winninger course than the rule of force, and the springs lured to run in a stream:

He would bend tough oak, he would stiffen the reed, point Reason to swallow the passions,

Bid Britons awake two steps to take where one is a trouble extreme!

Not the less is he nerved with the Labourer's resolute hope: that by him shall be written,

To honour his race, this deed of grace, for the weak from the strong made just:

That her sons over seas in a rally of praise may behold a thrice vitalised Britain,

Ashine with the light of the doing of right: at the gates of the

Future in trust.