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The Song of the Sons (notes by Alastair Wilson and John Radcliffe) |
the poem
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We come, united, from the corners of the world to offer far more to our Mother-country than those who preach treason—tired politicians and their bestial supporters.The Theme
Turn away from them, and pay regard to the rest of your empire—be proud of what your sons have done.
We would like to tell those at home what we have achieved, honestly, unlike those who would sell their votes and allegiance.
We, your sons, bring only our Love, unfettered and unconditional. Listen to us, calling from all the seven seas.:
Actively pursuing the propagandist impulse—to create an imperial enthusiasm—the next phase of this sequence, `The Song of the Sons', imagined the beginning of the new age. England, the `Mother', was `From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl of a wolf-pack freed'. Once more this was a bitter reference to the previous political dominance of the Liberals, now seen to be at an end with the passing of Gladstone, who had retired and was dying from cancer—though still sending forth some astringent political comments.See also "The Native-Born" (1895).
The new political era, in contrast with the old, was to be one of integrity and honour. A government which lent `our hearts for a fee' would be replaced by one that worked `without promise or fee' and whose great purpose would be to seek kinship with all those `that were bred overseas'. If the `Mother' will only be `proud of thy seed' and 'Judge' that her sons `are ... men of The Blood', then she could be assured that `the world is thine'.
They have no Law. They are outcasts. They have no speech of their own, but use the stolen words which they overhear when they listen, and peep, and wait up above in the branches. Their way is not our way. They are without leaders. They have no remembrance. They boast and chatter and pretend that they are a great people about to do great affairs in the Jungle, but the falling of a nut turns their minds to laughter and all is forgotten.