And oh! 'twas a piteous sight to see "The Return of Imray.' Before my Spring I garnered Autumn's gain, Out of her time my field was white with grain, The year gave up her secrets, to my woe. Forced and deflowered each sick season lay, In mystery of increase and decay. I saw the sunset ere men see the day, Who am too wise in all I should not know. 'Without Benefit of Clergy.' Many Inventions And if ye doubt the tale I tell, Where, leagued about the 'wildered boat, And, lilting where the laver lingers, CHAPTER HEADINGS 'Less you want your toes trod off you'd better get back at once, For the bullocks are walkin' two by two, The byles are walkin' two by two, The bullocks are walkin' two by two, And the elephants bring the guns. Ho! Yuss! Great-big-long-black-forty-pounder guns: Each as big as a launch in tow- guns. 'My Lord the Elephant.' All the world over, nursing their scars, Dust of the battle o'erwhelmed them and hid. Sons of the Laurel who press to your meed, Kim Unto whose use the pregnant suns are poised IF F you can keep your head when all about you Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream-and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings And never breathe a word about your loss; Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!' If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings-nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, And-which is more-you'll be a Man, my son! |