614 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
A BRITISH-ROMAN SONG
(A. D. 406)
FATHER'S father saw it not, And I, belike, shall never come, To look on that so-holy spot The very Rome
Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might
The equal work of Gods and Man, City beneath whose oldest height The Race began !
Soon to send forth again a brood,
Unshakeable, we pray, that clings, To Rome's thrice-hammered hardihood In arduous things.
Strong heart with triple armour bound, Beat strongly, for thy life-blood runs, Age after Age, the Empire round In us thy Sons
Who, distant from the Seven Hills, Loving and serving much, require Thee thee to guard 'gainst home-born ills, The Imperial Fire!
A PICT SONG
"D OME never looks where she treads.
Always her heavy hooves fall, On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads; And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
