To watch the watery dawning waste to nought

The distant stars deluding darkness brought.

Not timorous weak persuasion, but the brand

Of Action—not discussion, but command⁠—

Can rouse the ranks of God and storm the land,

 

Where men who know the day still doze again;

Not walls of dust can dam th’ outrageous main,

Nor mitigation seize the world and reign.

Fear not. Unsheath the naked falchion. Try

The end. For in the end, who dares deny,

The utter truth shall slay the utter lie.’

Bangalore, 1890-3.

Bangalore, 1890-3.

 

 The Indian Mother

The Indian Mother

The Indian Mother

The Indian Mother

The Indian Mother

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