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Forseeing Time's imperilled hopes

Of Glory, Grace, and Love All singers, Caesars, artists, Popes

Would fail if Remus throve,

He sent his brother to the Gods,

And, when the fit was o'er, Went on collecting turves and clods

To build the Wall once more!

CHAPTER HEADINGS THE JUNGLE BOOKS

the Kite brings home the night That Mang the Bat sets free The herds are shut in byre and hut

For loosed till dawn are we. This is the hour of pride and power,

Talon and tush and claw. Oh hear the call! Good hunting all That keep the Jungle Law!

Mowglis Brothers.

His spots are the joy of the Leopard: his horns are the Buf- falo's pride.

Be clean, for the strength of the hunter is known by the gloss of his hide.

If ye find that the bullock can toss you, or the heavy-browed Sambhur can gore;

Ye need not stop work to inform us. We knew it ten seasons before.

Oppress not the cubs of the stranger, but hail them as Sister and Brother,

For though they are little and fubsy, it may be the Bear is their mother.