Front matter
Reading edition
Transcriber's Note:
Inconsistent hyphenation in the original document has been preserved.
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RECESSIONAL
God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful Hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine— Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! * * * * * Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget—lest we forget! RUDYARD KIPLING
The Kaiser: "You See You Have Lost Everything." The King of the Belgians: "Not My Soul."
(Reproduced by permission of the proprietors of Punch.)