Society and the World

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame;

And that is called paying the Dane-geld;

A fool there was and he made his prayer

If blood be the price of admiralty,

For frantic boast and foolish word—

How far is St. Helena from the field of Austerlitz?

Lo, all our pomp of yesterday

Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

Such boasting as the Gentiles use,

The tumult and the shouting dies—

For the Colonel’s Lady an’ Judy O’Grady

Then ye returned to your trinkets; then ye contented your souls

Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made

I could not dig: I dared not rob:

If any question why we died,

If any question why we died,

Foot—foot—foot—foot—sloggin’ over Africa—

He’s an absent-minded beggar and his weaknesses are great.

A riot is at bottom the language of the unheard.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

Our scientific power has outrun our spiritual power. We have guided missiles and misguided men.

Cowardice asks the question, ‘Is it safe?’ Expediency asks the question, ‘Is it politic?’ Vanity asks the question, ‘Is it popular?’ But Conscience asks the question, ‘Is it right?’

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood …

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood …