Five Poems by Rudyard Kipling , 1954 June 6, 1957 August 8

Five poems by Rudyard Kipling. In 1899, when Kipling was seriously ill in a New York City Hospital.

A distinguished professor of English literature or said in my present, we could better afford to lose 250 ordinary literary men

than we could afford to lose Rudyard Kipling. This was indirect, high praise, was it not? I have long thought that Kipling is a great short story writer.

His short stories will live longer than his few novels or maybe his poetry. We may well forget it the moment, the idea of imperialism for which

Kipling has been adversely criticized. That idea has no special significance in his short stories. In a few poems that I shall read, say,

possibly in the recessional, it plays no part. The children saw on the last of the five, seems to me to reach

the high watermark of Kipling's poetic achievement. This little poem might well serve as a guiding ideal for both young and old,

for individuals and for nations. It is international, timeless, universal in its appeal. The feet of the young men.

Now the four-way Lodge is open. Now the hunting wins or loose. Now the smokes of spring go up to clear the brain.

Now the Young Men's hearts are troubled for the whisper of the truth. Now the red gods make their medicine. Again.

Who has seen the Beaver visited, who has watched the black tail making, who has lain, allow them to hear the wild goose cry.

Who hath work the chosen water where the one and h is waiting. Or the sea trout jumping crazy for the fly. He must go, go,

go away from hair. On the other side the world He's overdue. Send your row is clear before you. The old spring Fred comes or you

and the red God's call for you. So for one, the width, say you're watching through the rainbow around the bow.

And for one look Creek of snow shoes on the crust. And for one, the lakeside lilies where the Bull Moose weights the cow.

And for one, the mural retrain, coughing in the dust. Who has smelled wood smoke at twilight, who have heard the Burj law burning,

who is quick to read the noises of the night. Let him follow with the others for the young men's feet. Turning to the camps if prove

today desire and no delight. Do you know the black and timber? You know that racing stream with the raw right angled log jam at

the end and the bar of some shingle where a man-made Baskin dream to the click, gov shot and canoes,

MOS around the band. It is there that we are going with our rods and reuse and traces to a silent, smoky Indian that we know.

To a couch, a new world Hemlock with the starlight on our faces for the rate, God's call us out and we must go. Do you know the shallow Baltic where

the seas are steep and shot, where the bluff Lee boarded fishing leathers ride. Do you know the joy of threshing leagues?

Delete Lee, rid of your port on a coast, you've lost the chart of oversight. It is there that I am going with an extra hand to bail her.

Just one able longshore loafer that I know he can take his chance of drowning while I sale and sale and sale, her.

Father read, God's called me out and I must go. Do you know the pile, the village where the sago dealers trade?

Do you know the righ efficient with bamboo? Do you know the steaming stillness of the AUC and centered blade? When the blaze and bird wings,

Butterflies flat through it is there that I am going with my camphor net and boxes to a gentle yellow pirate that I know to

my little whaling Lee Moore's to my palms and flying foxes for the rate, God's call me out and I must go. Now the thaw away Lodge is opened.

Now the smokes of counsel rise, pleasant smokes area at Twitch trail and trade will they choose? Now the girth and ropes are tested.

Now they pack their last supplies. Now our young men though to dance with all the trues who shall meet them at those authors,

who shall like them to that shrine. They'll have that footed who shall guide them to their goal. Undo each the voice and vision.

Undo each his spur and sign. Lonely mountain in the North land, misty sweat bath, Neith the line. And do each a man that knows his naked.

So, and we go, go, go away from here. On the other side the world we're overdue. And the road is clear before you.

When the old spring Fred comes or you and the red God's call for you. A smugglers song. If you wake at midnight

and here a horse's feet, don't go drawing back the blind are looking in the street. Them that ask no questions,

isn't told a lie. Watch the wall, my darling. Why older gentlemen and go by five and 20 ponies cutting through the doc.

Randy for the Pashtun, Bacchae for the clock, laces for our Lady, letters for a spy

and watch the wall, my darling, while the gentleman who go by running around the woodlot, if few chances to find little barrels

wrote and Tarde all full of brandy, wind. Don't you shout to come and look? No, I'll take M for your play, put the brush would back

again and they will be gone next day. You see the stable yard setting open wide. If you see a tied horse lying down inside. If you're a mother amends Code,

cut about and torr, if the linings wet and warm belt, you ask no more. If you meet King George's man

dressed in blue and red, you'll be careful what you say and mindful, what do you say it if they call you pretty made and Chuck,

you and eith the chin, don't you tell where no one is nor yet where no one's be? Knox and footsteps around

the house whistles after doc, you have no call for running out to LA House dogs bark, trust each hair and pictures

here and see how down they lie. They don't fret to follow when the gentleman go by. If you do that, you had been told

likely There's a chance you'll be given 90 DO all the way from France with a cap of valence cn and the velvet hood.

A present from the gentleman along of being good. Five and 20 bone age trotting through the park.

Brandy for the Boston, Becky for the Clark. Them that asks no questions, isn't told a lie.

Watch the wall, my darling viola gentlemen go by. London Boy. When Earth's last picture is painted

and the tubes are twisted, didn't dried. When the oldest colors have faded and the youngest critique has died, we shall rest and faith

we needed lie down for an ANR to tell the master of all good workmen, shelf put us to work and new.

And those that were good shall be happy. They shall sit in a golden chair. They shall splash out of 10 Lean Canvas with

brushes have come much hair. They shall find real Saints to draw from Magdalene Peter at all. They show work for an age at

a sitting and never be tired at all. And only the master short phrases. And only the master shown blame. And no one shall work for

money and no one shall work for fame. But each for the joy of the working under each and his separate star, shall draw the thing as he sees it.

For the God of things as they are. Recessional. God of our fathers known of old load of our far-flung battle line beneath

whose awful hand we hold dominion over palm and pine. Lord God of hosts be with us yet lest we forget, lest we forget.

The to melt and the shouting dies. The captains and the king's depart. Sterile stands Xi'an ancient sacrifice and humble and contrite heart.

Lord, God of hosts be with us yet lest we forget. Lest we forget, are called RNA. These melt away on dune and

headland syncs the fire low. All our palm of yesterday is one with Nineveh and tire. Judge of the nation's spare us.

Yet. Next, we forget, lest we forget. If drunk with site of power, we loose wild-type animals

that have not the in all such postings as the Gentiles use or lesser reads, without the law. Lord God of hosts,

be with us yet lest we forget. Lest we forget. For heathen heart that puts her trust in wreaking tube and iron charred,

all valiant dust that builds on dust and guarding Who calls not the guard for frantic boast and foolish word,

thy mercy on the people, lowered the children. Song, land of our birth. We pledged to the,

our love and toil in the years to be when we are grown and take our place as men and women without race.

Father in heaven who love us at all. Oh, help the children when they go. That they may bill from age to age and di thiolate heritage.

Teach us to bear the yoke in youth with steadfastness and careful truth. That in our time thy grace may give the truth whereby the nation's live,

just to rule ourselves all away, control them cleanly night and day that we may bring if need arise, neural named or worthless sacrifice.

Teach us to look in all our ends on the four judge and not our friends that we with the may walk on,

cowed by fear or favor of the crowd. Teach us the strength that cannot seek by deed or thought to hurt the week that under the we may

possess man strength to comfort and distress. Teach us delight in simple things and mirth that has no bitter spring. Forgiveness, free of evil done,

and love to all. Neith, the sun, land and of our births, our face, our pride for your sake. Our fathers died, all motherland.

We pledge to the head heart and through the years to the.