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Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936).  Verse: 1885–1918.  1922.
 
The Song of the Women
 
(Lady Dufferin’s Fund for medical aid to the Women of India)

HOW shall she know the worship we would do her?
  The walls are high and she is very far.
How shall the women’s message reach unto her
  Above the tumult of the packed bazaar?
    Free wind of March, against the lattice blowing,        5
    Bear thou our thanks lest she depart unknowing.
 
Go forth across the fields we may not roam in,
  Go forth beyond the trees that rim the city
To whatsoe’er fair place she hath her home in,
  Who dowered us with wealth of love and pity.        10
    Out of our shadow pass and seek her singing—
    “I have no gifts but Love alone for bringing.”
 
Say that we be a feeble folk who greet her,
  But old in grief, and very wise in tears:
Say that we, being desolate, entreat her        15
  That she forget us not in after-years;
    For we have seen the light and it were grievous
    To dim that dawning if our Lady leave us.
 
By Life that ebbed with none to staunch the failing,
  By Love’s sad harvest garnered ere the spring,        20
When Love in Ignorance wept unavailing
  O’er young buds dead before their blossoming;
    By all the grey owl watched, the pale moon viewed,
    In past grim years declare our gratitude!
 
By hands uplifted to the Gods that heard not,        25
  By gifts that found no favour in their sight,
By faces bent above the babe that stirred not,
  By nameless horrors of the stifling night;
    By ills fordone, by peace her toils discover,
    Bid Earth be good beneath and Heaven above her!        30
 
If she have sent her servants in our pain,
  If she have fought with Death and dulled his sword;
If she have given back our sick again,
  And to the breast the weakling lips restored,
    Is it a little thing that she has wrought?        35
    Then Life and Death and Motherhood be nought.
 
Go forth, O Wind, our message on thy wings,
  And they shall hear thee pass and bid thee speed,
In reed-roofed hut, or white-walled home of kings,
  Who have been holpen by her in their need.        40
    All spring shall give thee fragrance, and the wheat
    Shall be a tasselled floorcloth to thy feet.
 
Haste, for our hearts are with thee, take no rest!
  Loud-voiced ambassador, from sea to sea
Proclaim the blessing, manifold, confest,        45
  Of those in darkness by her hand set free,
    Then very softly to her presence move,
    And whisper: “Lady, lo, they know and love!”
 
 
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