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650
RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
650 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
Yet we were what we were,
And, fashioned so, It pleases us to stare
At the far show
Of unbelievable years and shapes that flit, In our own likeness, on the edge of it.
THE JESTER
HPHERE are three degrees of bliss
At the foot of Allah's Throne And the highest place is his Who saves a brother's soul At peril of his own. There is the Power made known!
There are three degrees of bliss In the Gardens of Paradise, And the second place is his Who saves his brother's soul By excellent advice. For there the Glory lies!
There are three degrees of bliss And three abodes of the Blest, And the lowest place is his W 7 ho has saved a soul by a jest And a brother's soul in sport .
But there do the Angels resort!