THE PEACE OF DIVES "Where the anxious traders know "Each is surety for his foe, "And none may thrive without his fellows' grace. "Now this is all my subtlety and this is all my wit, "God give thee good enlightenment, My Master in the Pit. "But behold all Earth is laid "In the peace which I have made, 66 And behold I wait on thee to trouble it!" SOUTH AFRICA LIVED a woman wonderful, (May the Lord amend her!) Neither simple, kind, nor true, But her Pagan beauty drew Christian gentlemen a few Hotly to attend her. Christian gentlemen a few From Berwick unto Dover; For she was South Africa, She was our South Africa, Half her land was dead with drouth, Half was red with battle; She was fenced with fire and sword, Plague on pestilence outpoured, Locusts on the greening sward And murrain on the cattle! SOUTH AFRICA True, ah true, and overtrue; That is why we love her! For she is South Africa, And she is South Africa, She is our South Africa, Africa all over! Bitter hard her lovers toiled, Scandalous their payment,Food forgot on trains derailed; Cattle-dung where fuel failed; Water where the mules had staled; And sackcloth for their raiment! So she filled their mouths with dust And their bones with fever; Greeted them with cruel lies; Treated them despiteful-wise; Meted them calamities Till they vowed to leave her. They took ship and they took sail, Raging, from her borders, — In a little, none the less, They forgat their sore duresse, SOUTH AFRICA They esteemed her favour more Than a Throne's foundation. For the glory of her face Bade farewell to breed and race Yea, and made their burial-place Altar of a Nation! Wherefore, being bought by blood To the arms that nearly lost, Stands, a very woman, most On your feet, and let them know Is our own South Africa, 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. |