Poem by Rudyard Kipling

The Song of the Old Guard

Army Reform. - After Boer war "The Army of a Dream" - 
Traffics and Discoveries.

Know this, my brethren, Heaven is clear
	And all the clouds are gone -
The Proper Sort shall flourish now,
	Good times are coming on" -
The evil that was threatened late
	To all of our degree
Hath passed in discord and debate,
	And,Hey then up go we!

A common people strove in vain
	To shame us unto toil,
But they are spent and we remain,
	And we shall share the spoil
According to our several needs
	As Beauty shall decree,
As Age ordains or Birth concedes,
	And, Hey then up go we!

And they that with accursed zeal
	Our Service would amend,
Shall own the odds and come to heel
	Ere worse befall their end:
For though no naked word be wrote
	Yet plainly shall they see
What pinneth Orders on their coat,
	And, Hey then up go we!

Our doorways that, in time of fear,
	We opened overwide
Shall softly close from year to year
	Till all be purified;
For though no fluttering fan be heard.
	Nor chaff be seen to flee -
The Lord shall winnow the Lord's Preferred -
	And, Hey then up go we!

Our altars which the heathen brake
	Shall rankly smoke anew,
And anise, mint and cummin take
	Their dread and sovereign due,
Whereby the buttons of our trade
	Shall soon restored be
With curious work in gilt and braid,
	And, Hey then up go we!

Then come, my brethren, and prepare
	The candlesticks and bells,
The scarlet, brass, and badger's hair
	Wherein our Honour dwells,
And straitly fence  and strictly keep
	The Ark's integrity
Till Armageddon break our sleep...
	And, Hey then go we!

1. The First Chantey
2. The Last of the Light Brigade
3. «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 19. Azrael's Count
4. Chartres Windows
5. «Limits and Renewals». 1932. 12. The Threshold

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