Page:Departmental Ditties and Ballads and Barrack-Room Ballads, Kipling, 1899.djvu/287

Now, if we could win to the Eden Tree where the Four Great Rivers flow,
And the Wreath of Eve is red on the turf as she left it long ago,
And if we could come when the sentry slept and softly scurry through,
By the favour of God we might know as much—as our father Adam knew.