LHE 2ELLIEK THE SETTLER HERE, where my fresh-turned furrows run, I will repair the wrong that was done Here, where the senseless bullet fell, I will plant a tree, I will dig a well, Here, in a large and a sunlit land, I will lay my hand in my neighbour's hand, For the set folly and the red breach And the black waste of it all, Giving and taking counsel each Over the cattle-kraal. Copyright, 1903, by Rudyard Kipling. THE SETTLER Here will we join against our foes- And the red and rustling cloud that blows Frost and murrain and floods let loose In the holy wars that have no truce Earth, where we rode to slay or be slain, Our love shall redeem unto life; We will gather and lead to her lips again From the far and fiercely guarded streams And when we bring old fights to mind, If there be blood on his head of my kind "The dead must bury their dead, but yeYe serve an host unborn." |