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THE FILES

And above them, sere and swift,
Packs the daily deepening drift
Of the all-recording, all-effacing files-
The obliterating, automatic files.
Count the mighty men who slung
Ink, Evangel, Sword, or Tongue
When Reform and you were young-

Made their boasts and spake according in the files(Hear the ghosts that wake applauding in the files!) Trace each all-forgot career

From long primer through brevier

Unto Death, a para minion in the files

(Para minion-solid-bottom of the files).

Some successful Kings and Queens adorn the files,
They were great, their views were leaded,

And their deaths were triple-headed,

So they catch the eye in running through the files (Show as blazes in the mazes of the files); For their 'paramours and priests,'

And their gross, jack-booted feasts,

And their epoch-marking actions see the files.
Was it Bomba fled the blue Sicilian isles?

Was it Saffi, a professor

Once of Oxford, brought redress or

Garibaldi? Who remembers

Forty-odd-year old Septembers?—

Only sextons paid to dig among the files
(Such as I am, born and bred among the files).
You must hack through much deposit

Ere you know for sure who was it

Came to burial with such honour in the files (Only seven seasons back beneath the files). 'Very great our loss and grievous

So our best and brightest leave us,
And it ends the Age of Giants,' say the files;
All the '60-'70-'80-'90 files

(The open-minded, opportunist files-
The easy 'O King, live for ever' files).

It is good to read a little in the files;
'Tis a sure and sovereign balm
Unto philosophic calm,

Yea, and philosophic doubt when Life beguiles.
When you know Success is Greatness,

When you marvel at your lateness

In apprehending facts so plain to Smiles
(Self-helpful, wholly strenuous Samuel Smiles).
When your Imp of Blind Desire

Bids you set the Thames afire,

You'll remember men have done so-in the files.
You'll have seen those flames transpire-in the files
(More than once that flood has run so-in the files).
When the Conchimarian horns

Of the reboantic Norns

Usher gentlemen and ladies

With new lights on Heaven and Hades,

Guaranteeing to Eternity

All yesterday's modernity;

When Brocken-spectres made by
Some one's breath on ink parade by,
Very earnest and tremendous,
Let not shows of shows offend us.
When of everything we like we
Shout ecstatic:-'Quod ubique,
Quod ab omnibus means semper!'
Oh, my brother, keep your temper!

Light your pipe and take a look along the files!

THE FILES

You've a better chance to guess
At the meaning of Success

(Which is Greatness-vide press)

When you've seen it in perspective in the files.

THE REFORMERS

(1901)

OT in the camp his victory lies
Or triumph in the market-place,
Who is his Nation's sacrifice

To turn the judgment from his race.

Happy is he who, bred and taught
By sleek, sufficing Circumstance—
Whose Gospel was the apparelled thought,
Whose Gods were Luxury and Chance-

Sees, on the threshold of his days,
The old life shrivel like a scroll,

And to unheralded dismays

Submits his body and his soul;

The fatted shows wherein he stood
Foregoing, and the idiot pride,

That he may prove with his own blood
All that his easy sires denied—

Ultimate issues, primal springs,

Demands, abasements, penalties—

The imperishable plinth of things

Seen and unseen, that touch our peace.

THE REFORMERS

For, though ensnaring ritual dim
His vision through the after-years,
Yet virtue shall go out of him:
Example profiting his peers.

With great things charged he shall not hold
Aloof till great occasion rise,

But serve, full-harnessed, as of old,
The days that are the destinies.

He shall forswear and put away
The idols of his sheltered house;
And to Necessity shall pay

Unflinching tribute of his vows.

He shall not plead another's act,
Nor bind him in another's oath
To weigh the Word above the Fact,
Or make or take excuse for sloth.

The yoke he bore shall press him still,
And long-ingrained effort goad

To find, to fashion, and fulfil

The cleaner life, the sterner code.

Not in the camp his victory lies-
The world (unheeding his return)

Shall see it in his children's eyes

And from his grandson's lips shall learn!

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