meaning of Mr. Crowley's high-sounding appeal to the Western
Republic seems to be, “For godsake, let us—Britain and
America—join hands as allies, and we shall make the world, or
the unfriendly part of it, tremble!” Hear how he beats the big
fire of love no waters shall devour;
faith of friendship stands the shocks of time;
with your voice the triumph of this hour,
glory is our glory and our power,
of one tongue, one faith, one clime!
and clasp hands: and let the sea proclaim
of righteous fame,
And lordship of two worlds that time can never tame.”
he goes on for thirty-five stanzas, printed on quarto pages. He
requests America to forget her “fools,” as we have forgotten
their “words,” and to join our “worlds” in “one amazing net of
empire and dominion” till one particular country stands aghast
and clokes its traitor head. Then he says—
traitors and the people and the kings
love not righteous things,
shall behold our wrath, and finds our anger stings.'
matter that some strive to waken hate,
to either State,
them in chains! Our way to freedom cannot wait!”
is fine language for a man who, on the whole, is in favour of
peace. This is how he concludes, in addressing the Republic :—
child of freedom, thou are very fair!
hast white roses in thy eager breast,
scent of all the South is in thy hair,
lips are fragrant with the blossoms rare
under sea waves when the white wings rest!
to our warrior breast, when victory
passionate and free—
out the wild salute! Our sister over sea!”
first lines in that stanza are in the style of Solomon's Song;
the rest have the tone of a rhymer who used to be described as
4 January 1900.
Aleister Crowley’s APPEAL
(Kegan Paul, (6d) fairly represents his more dedicatory and
laudatory manner. His stanzas march resoundingly and there is
no lack of energy about them, but politically they mean too much
and poetically they mean too little. France, we gather, is to
retreat and Russia step aside, and all the world to keep
silence, while England and America join hands and proceed
wrathfully down the ages amid various phenomenal manifestations
of delight on the part of earth and sea and sky. A superfluity
of windy imagery gives to the whole poem an air of bravado which
is consistent neither with the spirit of the “appeal” nor with
the self-contained attitude of Great Britain at the present
moment. There is too much about splendid kissing and fervid
handclasping and delicious smiling, and we do not like “fangéd
20 January 1900.
remains for me to say
the war has provoked. The worst has
been said and
true. In the"
Review" Mr. Aleister
addresses an Ode to America, from
has become for Mr. Crowley one of Swinburne's
idealised girl harlots. Did
such language as
this addressed to
a continent of
intent on capturing German trade in South
while England holds up
German shipping at
of freedom, thou
art very fair!
thy eager breast;
scent of all,
is in thy hair:
bring myself to
—The New Age,
8 October 1914.