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 5 6o RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE

O, stop your ringing and let me be Let be, O Brookland bells! You'll ring Old Goodman 1 out of the sea, Before I wed one else !

Old Goodman's Farm is rank sea-sand, And was this thousand year; But it shall turn to rich plough-land Before I change my dear.

O, Fairfield Church is water-bound From autumn to the spring; But it shall turn to high hill-ground Before my bells do ring.

O, leave me walk on Brookland Road, In the thunder and warm rain O, leave me look where my love goed, And p'raps I'll see her again!

Low down low down ! Where the liddle green lanterns shine maids, I've done with 'ee all but one, And she can never be mine !

THE SACK OF THE GODS

gTRANGERS drawn from the ends of the earth, jewelled and plumed were we;

I was Lord of the Inca race, and she was Queen of the Sea.

Under the stars beyond our stars where the new-forged mete- ors glow,

Hotly we stormed Valhalla, a million years ago!

'Earl Godwin of the Goodwin Sands?