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 6 S4 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE

The song of pleasant stations beside the salt lagoons, The song of blowing squadrons that shuffled down the dunes, The song of midnight dances that churned the sea to flame The Beaches of Lukannon before the sealers came !

I met my mates in the morning (I'll never meet them more !) ; They came and went in legions that darkened all the shore. And through the foam-flecked offing as far as voice could

reach We hailed the landing-parties and we sang them up the beach.

The Beaches of Lukannon the winter-wheat so tall The dripping, crinkled lichens, and the sea-fog drenching all ! The platforms of our playground, all shining smooth and worn ! The Beaches of Lukannon the home where we were born !

I meet my mates in the morning, a broken, scattered band. Men shoot us in the water and club us on the land; Men drive us to the Salt House like silly sheep and tame, And still we sing Lukannon before the sealers came.

Wheel down, wheel down to southward ! Oh, Gooverooska go ! And tell the Deep-Sea Viceroys the story of our woe; Ere, empty as the shark's egg the tempest flings ashore, The Beaches of Lukannon shall know their sons no more !

AN ASTROLOGER'S SONG


 * "pO THE Heavens above us

O look and behold The Planets that love us

All harnessed in gold! What chariots, what horses

Against us shall bide While the Stars in their courses

Do fight on our side?