failed—then the food failed—then the last water dried— In the faith of little children we lay down and died. On the sand-drift—on the veldt-side—in the fern-scrub we lay, That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way. Follow after—follow after! We have watered the root, And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit! 

 Follow after—we are waiting, by the trails that we lost, For the sounds of many footsteps, for the tread of a host. Follow after—follow after—for the harvest is sown: By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own! 

 FOLLOW AFTER. Follow after—follow after—for the harvest is sown: By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own! When Drake went down to the Horn And England was crowned thereby, ’Twixt seas unsailed and shores unhailed Our Lodge—our Lodge was born (And England was crowned thereby!) 

FOLLOW AFTER.

Follow after—follow after—for the harvest is sown:

By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own!

And England was crowned thereby,

Our Lodge—our Lodge was born

(And England was crowned thereby!)

 Which never shall close again By day nor yet by night, While man shall take his life to stake At risk of shoal or main (By day nor yet by night) 

By day nor yet by night,

At risk of shoal or main

(By day nor yet by night)

 But standeth even so As now we witness here, While men depart, of joyful heart Adventure for to know (As now bear witness here!) 

As now we witness here,

Adventure for to know

(As now bear witness here!)

 Prev. P 4/11 next