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RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE


This we beheld (and we live)—the Pit of the Burning!
Then the God spoke to the tree for our returning;
Back to the beach of our flight, fearless and slowly,
Back to our slayers went he: but we were holy.

Men that were hot in that hunt, women that followed,
Babes that were promised our bones, trembled and wallowed.
Over the necks of the Tribe crouching and fawning—
Prophet and priestess we came back from the dawning!


The Last Chantey


1892

"And there was no more sea."


THUS said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim,
  Calling to the Angels and the Souls in their degree:
     “Lo! Earth has passed away
     On the smoke of Judgment Day.
  That Our word may be established shall We gather up the sea?”

Loud sang the souls of the jolly, jolly mariners:
  “Plague upon the hurricane that made us furl and flee!
     But the war is done between us,
     In the deep the Lord hath seen us—
  Our bones we’ll leave the barracout’, and God may sink the sea!”

Then said the soul of Judas that betrayed Him:
  “Lord, hast Thou forgotten Thy covenant with me?
     How once a year I go
     To cool me on the floe?
  And Ye take my day of mercy if Ye take away the sea.”