We now, held in captivity,
Spring to our bondage nor grieve--
See now, how it is blesseder,
Brothers, to give than receive!
Keep trust, wherefore we were made,
Paying the debt that we owe;
For a clean thrust, and the shear of the blade,
Will carry us where would go.
More verses by Rudyard Kipling
- The Ballad Of The Clampherdown
- The Advertisement
- The Crab That Played With The Sea
- The Shut-Eye Sentry
- The Morning Song Of The Jungle