Day 9: Recessional

Album cover for Recessional

Song Information

Similar to Heriot's Ford, a slightly lesser known Kipling setting. On "Exceedingly Good Songs", the setting is sung by Sharon and the Students, a group from Keighley that sang Shape Note and Balkan songs that Bellamy was in for a brief period.

Recessional is included in The New English Hymnal, set using the tune "Folkingham". As per usual, Bellamy's setting of the text is much better than what anyone else has attempted.

When Kipling published this in The Sussex Edition (which was Kipling's attempt to publish a retrospective on all his work), it had the subtitle (After Queen Victoria's Jubilee). According to the Kipling Society Kipling wasn't going to write a poem about the Jubliee until he watched a naval review at Spithead with 165 vessels as a celebration of Queen Victoria's Diamond Jubilee.

On an initial reading, this would seem another example of Kipling writing incredibly potent poetry that just so happens to be written for the purpose of distasteful Imperialism. Based on the fact Kipling seemed to struggle with writing this and had to be convinced by his wife and friend that there was value in it, I don't think so; I agree with Bellamy where he says on the liner notes for Exceedingly Good Songs While the country wallows in an orgy of self congratulatory jingoism, Kipling admonishes those "drunk with sight of power" to remember what Pride goeth before.

Listen to the Song

Lyrics

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!

Day 9: Recessional | An Advent of Bellamy