KIPLING’S LATEST.
A SONG OF THE WHITE MAN. Now, this is tho cup‘the White Men drink When they go to right a wrong. And that is the cup of the old world’s hate— Cruel and strained and strong. We have chunk that cup—and a bitter, bitter cun— And tossed the dregs away, But well for tho world when the White Men drink To the dawn of the White Man’s day. Now this is tho road that the White Men tread When thoy go to clean a land— Iron underfoot and levin overhead, And the deep on either hand. We have trod that road—and a wet and windy road— Our chosen star for guide. Oh, well for the world when the White Men • tread Their highway side by side. Now this is Hie faith that the White Men hold When they build their homes afar: “Freedom lor ourselves and freedom for our sons. And, failing freedom, War.” We have proved our faith—bear witness to onr faith, Dear souls of freemen slain! Oh, well for the world when the White Men join To prove their faith again 1
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Evening Star, Issue 11251, 26 May 1900, Page 2
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186KIPLING’S LATEST. Evening Star, Issue 11251, 26 May 1900, Page 2
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