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The day's lay-out the mornin' sun
Beneath your 'at-brim as you sight; The dinner-'ush from noon till one,
An' the full roar that lasts till night; An' the pore dead that look so old
An' was so young an hour ago, An' legs tied down before they're cold
These are the things which make you know.
Also Time runnin' into years
A thousand Places left be'ind An' Men from both two 'emispheres
Discussin' things of every kind; So much more near than I 'ad known,
So much more great than I 'ad guessed An' me, like all the rest, alone
But reachin' out to all the rest!
So 'ath it come to me not pride,
Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole (If such a term may be applied),
The makin's of a bloomin' soul. But now, discharged, I fall away
To do with little things again. . Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say,
Look after me in Thamesfontein I 1
If England was what England seems , An not the England of our dreams.
But only putty, brass, an' paint,
'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er ! But she ain't!
London.