Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/168

154 Let the Merchant seek, who makes his silver pile,

England's isle;

Let the City Charnock pitched on—evil day!—

Go Her way.

Though the argosies of Asia at Her doors

Heap their stores,

Though Her enterprise and energy secure

Income sure,

Though "out-station orders punctually obeyed"

Swell Her trade—

Still, for rule, administration, and the rest

Simla's best.