6 S 6 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
Through abysses unproven,
O'er gulfs beyond thought, Our portion is woven,
Our burden is brought. Yet They that prepare it,
Whose Nature we share, Make us who must bear it
Well able to bear.
Though terrors o'ertake us
We'll not be afraid. No Power can unmake us
Save that which has made: Nor yet beyond reason
Or hope shall we fall All things have their season,
And Mercy crowns all!
Then, doubt not, ye fearful
The Eternal is King Up, heart, and be cheerful,
And lustily sing: What chariots > what horses*
Against us shall bide While the Stars in their courses
Do fight on our side ?
THE POWER OF THE DOG'*
- TpHERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day; And when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.