Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Tower with the Need,
Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent as to lead.

Then the wood failed—then the food failed—then the last water dried—
In the faith of little children we lay down and died.

On the sand-drift—on the veldt-side—in the fern-scrub we lay.
That our sons might follow after by the bones on the way.

Follow after—follow after—for the harvest is sown:
By the bones about the wayside ye shall come to your own!