642 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
THE CHILDREN'S SONG
T AND of our Birth, we pledge to thee Our love and toil in the years to be; When we are grown and take our place, As men and women with our race.
Father in Heaven who lovest all. Oh help Thy children when they call; That they may build from age to age, An undefiled heritage.
Teach us to bear the yoke in youth, With steadfastness and careful truth; That, in our time, Thy Grace may give The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Teach us to rule ourselves alway, Controlled and cleanly night and day; That we may bring, if need arise, No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
Teach us to look in all our ends, On Thee for judge, and not our friends; That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed By fear or favour of the crowd.
Teach us the Strength that cannot seek, By deed or thought, to hurt the weak; That, under Thee, we may possess Man's strength to comfort man's distress.
Teach us Delight in simple things, And Mirth that has no bitter springs; Forgiveness free of evil done, And Love to all men 'neath the sun!
