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The Seven Seas.

by Rudyard Kipling.

DEDICATION

To The City Of Bombay.

The Cities are full of pride, Challenging each to each-- This from her mountain-side, That from her burthened beach.



They count their s.h.i.+ps full tale-- Their corn and oil and wine, Derrick and loom and bale, And rampart's gun-flecked line; City by city they hail: "Hast aught to match with mine?"

And the men that breed from them They traffic up and down, But cling to their cities' hem As a child to the mother's gown.

When they talk with the stranger bands, Dazed and newly alone; When they walk in the stranger lands, By roaring streets unknown; Blessing her where she stands For strength above their own.

(On high to hold her fame That stands all fame beyond, By oath to back the same, Most faithful-foolish-fond; Making her mere-breathed name Their bond upon their bond.)

So thank I G.o.d my birth Fell not in isles aside-- Waste headlands of the earth, Or warring tribes untried-- But that she lent me worth And gave me right to pride.

Surely in toil or fray Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say: "Of no mean city am I."

(Neither by service nor fee Come I to mine estate-- Mother of Cities to me, For I was born in her gate, Between the palms and the sea, Where the world-end steamers wait.)

Now for this debt I owe, And for her far-borne cheer Must I make haste and go With tribute to her pier.

And she shall touch and remit After the use of kings (Orderly, ancient, fit) My deep-sea plunderings, And purchase in all lands.

And this we do for a sign Her power is over mine, And mine I hold at her hands.

A SONG OF THE ENGLISH.

_Fair is our lot--O goodly is our heritage!

(Humble ye, my people, and be fearful in your mirth!) For the Lord our G.o.d Most High He hath made the deep as dry, He hath smote for us a pathway to the ends of all the Earth!_

_Yea, though we sinned--and our rulers went from righteousness-- Deep in all dishonour though we stained our garments' hem.

Oh be ye not dismayed, Though we stumbled and we strayed, We were led by evil counsellors--the Lord shall deal with them._

_Hold ye the Faith--the Faith our Fathers sealed us; Whoring not with visions--overwise and overstale.

Except ye pay the Lord Single heart and single sword, Of your children in their bondage shall He ask them treble-tale._

_Keep ye the Law--be swift in all obedience.

Clear the land of evil, drive the road and bridge the ford.

Make ye sure to each his own That he reap what he hath sown; By the peace among Our peoples let men know we serve the Lord._

_Hear now a song--a song of broken interludes-- A song of little cunning; of a singer nothing worth.

Through the naked words and mean May ye see the truth between As the singer knew and touched it in the ends of all the Earth!_

The Coastwise Lights.

Our brows are wreathed with spindrift and the weed is on our knees; Our loins are battered 'neath us by the swinging, smoking seas.

From reef and rock and skerry--over headland, ness and voe-- The Coastwise Lights of England watch the s.h.i.+ps of England go!

Through the endless summer evenings, on the lineless, level floors; Through the yelling Channel tempest when the syren hoots and roars-- By day the dipping house-flag and by night the rocket's trail-- As the sheep that graze behind us so we know them where they hail.

We bridge across the dark, and bid the helmsman have a care, The flash that wheeling inland wakes his sleeping wife to prayer; From our vexed eyries, head to gale, we bind in burning chains The lover from the sea-rim drawn--his love in English lanes.

We greet the clippers wing-and-wing that race the Southern wool; We warn the crawling cargo-tanks of Bremen, Leith and Hull; To each and all our equal lamp at peril of the sea-- The white wall-sided wars.h.i.+ps or the whalers of Dundee!

Come up, come in from Eastward, from the guard-ports of the Morn!

Beat up, beat in from Southerly, O gipsies of the Horn!

Swift shuttles of an Empire's loom that weave us main to main, The Coastwise Lights of England give you welcome back again!

Go, get you gone up-Channel with the sea-crust on your plates; Go, get you into London with the burden of your freights!

Haste, for they talk of Empire there, and say, if any seek, The Lights of England sent you and by silence shall ye speak.

The Song of the Dead.

_Hear now the Song of the Dead--in the North by the torn berg-edges-- They that look still to the Pole, asleep by their hide-stripped sledges.

Song of the Dead in the South--in the sun by their skeleton horses, Where the warrigal whimpers and bays through the dust of the sere river-courses._

_Song of the Dead in the East--in the heat-rotted jungle hollows, Where the dog-ape barks in the kloof--in the brake of the buffalo-wallows.

Song of the Dead in the West--in the Barrens, the snow that betrayed them, Where the wolverine tumbles their packs from the camp and the grave-mound they made them; Hear now the Song of the Dead!_

I.

We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-stifled town; We yearned beyond the skyline where the strange roads go down.

Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need.

Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent us to lead.

As the deer breaks--as the steer breaks--from the herd where they graze, In the faith of little children we went on our ways.

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! We have watered the root, And the bud has come to blossom that ripens for fruit!

Follow after--we are waiting by the trails that we lost For the sound of many footsteps, for the tread of a host.

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

_When Drake went down to the Horn And England was crowned thereby, 'Twixt seas unsailed and sh.o.r.es unhailed Our Lodge--our Lodge was born (And England was crowned thereby)._

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