Recessional

Rudyard KiplingRudyard Kipling (1865—1936) was a popular and famous British poet and writer of fiction, a Nobel Prize winner (when it still meant something) who also sparked controversy for his prejudices and pro-British bias. Kipling was also a student of what is called “British Identity”, a still-extant and incomplete theology based upon the fact that the Saxon and Keltic peoples indeed descended from the Israelites of the Old Testament. His poem at right, Recessional, reflects those beliefs. This is not only a Victorian ode, but also a prayer, and is one of my favorite poems. Kipling’s ode is so much more compelling in this day and age, since indeed his worst fears came true: England did indeed forget—and where is her glory now? The United States is, of course, no better off under the financial control of God’s enemies.

Recessional, by Rudyard Kipling

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!

The tumult and the shouting dies --
The Captains and the Kings depart --
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
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!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe --
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law --
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget -- lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard --
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen.