Rudyard Kipling

The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
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The tumult and the shouting dies,
The captains and the kings depart;
Still stands thine ancient sacrifice,
A humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet
Lest we forget,--lest we forget.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
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There is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
But 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.

Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild read more

Follow the Romany Patteran
Sheer to the Austral light,
Where the bosom of God is the wild west wind,
Sweeping the sea floors white.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

Everyone is more or less mad on one point.

But that's another story.

But that's another story.