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 INCLUSIVE EDITION, 1885-1918 553

The day's lay-out the mornin' sun

Beneath your 'at-brim as you sight; The dinner-'ush from noon till one,

An' the full roar that lasts till night; An' the pore dead that look so old

An' was so young an hour ago, An' legs tied down before they're cold

These are the things which make you know.

Also Time runnin' into years

A thousand Places left be'ind An' Men from both two 'emispheres

Discussin' things of every kind; So much more near than I 'ad known,

So much more great than I 'ad guessed An' me, like all the rest, alone

But reachin' out to all the rest!

So 'ath it come to me not pride,

Nor yet conceit, but on the 'ole (If such a term may be applied),

The makin's of a bloomin' soul. But now, discharged, I fall away

To do with little things again. . Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say,

Look after me in Thamesfontein I 1

If England was what England seems , An not the England of our dreams.

But only putty, brass, an' paint,

'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er ! But she ain't!

London.