Rudyard Kipling

Songs from Books Rudyard Kipling

I am the land of their fathers. In me the virtue stays. I will bring back my children, After certain days. Under their feet in the grassesMy clinging magic runs. They shall return as strangers, They shall remain as sons. Over their heads in the branchesOf their new-bought, ancient trees, I weave an incantationAnd draw them to my knees. Scent of smoke in the evening. Smell of rain in the night, The hours, the days and the seasons, Order their souls aright; Till I make plain the meaningOf all my thousand years-Till I fill their hearts with knowledge. While I fill their eyes with t