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Poem	1903 After Boer War Duly with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow,-- Yet once again, for my father's sake, In Rimmon's House I bow. The curtains part, the trumpet blares, And the eunuchs howl aloud; And the gilt, swag-bellied idol glares Insolent over the crowd. "This is Rimmon, Lord of the Earth-- "Fear Him and bow the knee!" And I watch my comrades hide their mirth That rode to the wars with me. For we remember the sun and the sand And the rocks whereon we trod, Ere we came to a scorched and a scornful land That did not know our God; As we remember the sacrifice, Dead men an hundred laid-- Slain while they served His mysteries, And that He would not aid-- Not though we gashed ourselves and wept, For the high-priest bade us wait; Saying He went on a journey or slept, Or was drunk or had taken a mate. (Praise ye Rimmon, King of Kings, Who ruleth Earth and Sky! And again I bow as the censer swings And the God Enthroned goes by.) Ay, we remember His sacred ark And the virtuous men that knelt To the dark and the hush behind the dark Wherein we dreamed He dwelt; Until we entered to hale Him out And found no more than an old Uncleanly image girded about The loins with scarlet and gold. Him we o'erset with the butts of our spears-- Him and his vast designs-- To be scorn of our muleteers And the jest of our halted line. By the picket-pins that the dogs defile, In the dung and the dust He lay, Till the priests ran and chattered awhile And we wiped Him and took Him away. Hushing the matter before it was known, They returned to our fathers afar, And hastily set Him afresh on His throne Because he had won us the war. Wherefore with knees that feign to quake-- Bent head and shaded brow-- To this dog, for my father's sake, In the Rimmon's House I bow!
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