THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN

TAKE up the White Man's burden-
Send forth the best ye breed-

Go bind your sons to exile

To serve your captives' need;

To wait in heavy harness,

On fluttered folk and wild

Your new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half-devil and half-child.

Take up the White Man's burden

In patience to abide,

To veil the threat of terror

And check the show of pride;

By open speech and simple,

An hundred times made plain,

To seek another's profit,

And work another's gain.

Copyright, 1899, by Rudyard Kipling.

THE WHITE MAN'S BURDEN

Take up the White Man's burden-
The savage wars of peace-
Fill full the mouth of Famine

And bid the sickness cease.
And when your goal is nearest
The end for others sought,
Watch Sloth and heathen Folly
Bring all your hope to naught.

Take up the White Man's burden-
No tawdry rule of kings,
But toil of serf and sweeper-
The tale of common things.
The ports ye shall not enter,

The roads ye shall not tread,
Go make them with your living,
And mark them with your dead.

Take up the White Man's burden-
And reap his old reward:

The blame of those ye better,

The hate of those ye guard—

The

cry of hosts ye humour

(Ah, slowly!) toward the light:

"Why brought ye us from bondage,

Our loved Egyptian night?"

Take up the White Man's burden-
Ye dare not stoop to less-
Nor call too loud on Freedom

To cloak your weariness;
By all ye cry or whisper,
By all ye leave or do,
The silent, sullen peoples

Shall weigh your Gods and you.

Take up the White Man's burden-
Have done with childish days-

The lightly proffered laurel,

The easy, ungrudged praise. Comes now, to search your manhood Through all the thankless years,

Cold, edged with dear-bought wisdom, The judgment of your peers!

PHARAOH AND THE SERGEANT

66 ... Consider that the meritorious services of the Sergeant Instructors attached to the Egyptian Army have been inadequately acknowledged. . . . To the excellence of their work is mainly due the great improvement that has taken place in the soldiers of H. H. the Khedive."

Extract from letter.

SAID England unto Pharaoh, "I must make a man

of you,

That will stand upon his feet and play the game; That will Maxim his oppressor as a Christian ought to do,"

And she sent old Pharaoh Sergeant Whatisname.

It was not a Duke nor Earl, nor yet a Viscount-
It was not a big brass General that came;
But a man in khaki kit who could handle men a
bit,

With his bedding labelled Sergeant Whatis

name.

Copyright, 1897, by Rudyard Kipling.

Said England unto Pharaoh, "Though at present singing small,

You shall hum a proper tune before it ends," And she introduced old Pharaoh to the Sergeant once for all,

And left 'em in the desert making friends.

It was not a Crystal Palace nor Cathedral;

It was not a public-house of common fame; But a piece of red-hot sand, with a palm on either hand,

And a little hut for Sergeant Whatisname.

Said England unto Pharaoh, "You've had miracles before,

When Aaron struck your rivers into blood; But if you watch the Sergeant he can show you something more,

He's a charm for making riflemen from mud."
It was neither Hindustani, French, nor Coptics;
It was odds and ends and leavings of the

same,

Translated by a stick (which is really half the trick),

And Pharaoh harked to Sergeant Whatis

name.