INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 705
Forseeing Time's imperilled hopes
Of Glory, Grace, and Love All singers, Caesars, artists, Popes
Would fail if Remus throve,
He sent his brother to the Gods,
And, when the fit was o'er, Went on collecting turves and clods
To build the Wall once more!
CHAPTER HEADINGS THE JUNGLE BOOKS
the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free The herds are shut in byre and hut
For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power,
Talon and tush and claw. Oh hear the call! Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law!
Mowglis Brothers.
His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buf- falo's pride.
Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.
If ye find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;
Ye need not stop work to inform us. We knew it ten seasons before.
Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,
For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is
their mother.