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Rh Cattle thieves of yesterday,

Now the wardens of the cattle,

Fighting Brahmins of Lahore,

Curly whiskered sons of battle.

Up the winding mountain path

See the long-drawn column go;

Himalayan aftermath

Lying rosy on the snow.

Motley ministers of wrath

Building better than they know,

In the rosy aftermath

Trailing upward to the snow.