“CLEARED” Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt, AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed, TOMLINSON Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square, L'ENVOI TO “LIFE'S HANDICAP” My new-cut ashlar takes the light, L'ENVOI There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield, ___ ] ] ]___]___ ] ] ___] ] [In India, the swastika is an ancient symbol of good fortune. Kipling frequently used the swastika in this context.] THE SEVEN SEAS 1891-1896 DEDICATION The Cities are full of pride, THE SEVEN SEAS A SONG OF THE ENGLISH Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage! The Coastwise Lights Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees, The Song of the Dead Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges, The Deep-Sea Cables The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar --, The Song of the Sons One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door --, The Song of the Cities Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen, England's Answer Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban, THE FIRST CHANTEY Mine was the woman to me, darkling I found her, THE LAST CHANTEY Thus said The Lord in the Vault above the Cherubim, THE MERCHANTMEN King Solomon drew merchantmen, M'ANDREW'S HYMN Lord, Thou hast made this world below the shadow of a dream, THE MIRACLES I sent a message to my dear, THE NATIVE-BORN We've drunk to the Queen -- God bless her! THE KING “Farewell, Romance!” the Cave-men said, THE RHYME OF THE THREE SEALERS Away by the lands of the Japanee, THE DERELICT I was the staunchest of our fleet, THE ANSWER A Rose, in tatters, on the garden path, THE SONG OF THE BANJO You couldn't pack a Broadwood half a mile, THE LINER SHE'S A LADY The Liner she's a lady, an' she never looks nor 'eeds, MULHOLLAND'S CONTRACT The fear was on the cattle, for the gale was on the sea, ANCHOR SONG Heh! Walk her round. Heave, ah heave her short again! FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”. THE LOST LEGION There's a Legion that never was 'listed, THE SEA-WIFE There dwells a wife by the Northern Gate, HYMN BEFORE ACTION The earth is full of anger, TO THE TRUE ROMANCE Thy face is far from this our war, FROM “MANY INVENTIONS”. THE FLOWERS Buy my English posies! THE LAST RHYME OF TRUE THOMAS The king has called for priest and cup, IN THE NEOLITHIC AGE In the Neolithic Age savage warfare did I wage, THE STORY OF UNG Once, on a glittering ice-field, ages and ages ago, THE THREE-DECKER Full thirty foot she towered from waterline to rail, AN AMERICAN If the Led Striker call it a strike, THE “MARY GLOSTER” I've paid for your sickest fancies; I've humoured your crackedest whim, SESTINA OF THE TRAMP-ROYAL Speakin' in general, I 'ave tried 'em all,