From Mine Own People by Rudyard Kipling
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Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-- Such boastings as the Gentiles use, Or lesser breeds without the Law-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget--lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard-- All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding calls not Thee to guard. For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord! Amen. THE VAMPIRE The verses--as suggested by the painting by Philip Burne Jones, first exhibited at the new gallery in London in 1897. A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair |
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