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Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936).  Verse: 1885–1918.  1922.
 
The Song of the Cities
 
BOMBAY
ROYAL and Dower-royal, I the Queen
  Fronting thy richest sea with richer hands—
A thousand mills roar through me where I glean
  All races from all lands.
 
CALCUTTA
Me the Sea-captain loved, the River built,
        5
  Wealth sought and Kings adventured life to hold.
Hail, England! I am Asia—Power on silt,
  Death in my hands, but Gold!
 
MADRAS
Clive kissed me on the mouth and eyes and brow,
  Wonderful kisses, so that I became        10
Crowned above Queens—a withered beldame now,
  Brooding on ancient fame.
 
RANGOON
Hail, Mother! Do they call me rich in trade?
  Little care I, but hear the shorn priest drone,
And watch my silk-clad lovers, man by maid,        15
  Laugh ’neath my Shwe Dagon.
 
SINGAPORE
Hail, Mother! East and West must seek my aid
  Ere the spent hull may dare the ports afar.
The second doorway of the wide world’s trade
  Is mine to loose or bar.        20
 
HONG-KONG
Hail, Mother! Hold me fast; my Praya sleeps
  Under innumerable keels to-day.
Yet guard (and landward), or to-morrow sweeps
  Thy warships down the bay!
 
HALIFAX
Into the mist my guardian prows put forth,
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  Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie,
The Warden of the Honour of the North,
  Sleepless and veiled am I!
 
QUEBEC AND MONTREAL
Peace is our portion. Yet a whisper rose,
  Foolish and causeless, half in jest, half hate.        30
Now wake we and remember mighty blows,
  And, fearing no man, wait!
 
VICTORIA
From East to West the circling word has passed,
  Till West is East beside our land-locked blue;
From East to West the tested chain holds fast,        35
  The well-forged link rings true!
 
CAPETOWN
Hail! Snatched and bartered oft from hand to hand,
  I dream my dream, by rock and heath and pine,
Of Empire to the northward. Ay, one land
  From Lion’s Head to Line!        40
 
MELBOURNE
Greeting! Nor fear nor favour won us place,
  Got between greed of gold and dread of drouth,
Loud-voiced and reckless as the wild tide-race
  That whips our harbour-mouth!
 
SYDNEY
Greeting! My birth-stain have I turned to good;
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  Forcing strong wills perverse to steadfastness:
The first flush of the tropics in my blood,
  And at my feet Success!
 
BRISBANE
The northern stirp beneath the southern skies—
  I build a Nation for an Empire’s need,        50
Suffer a little, and my land shall rise,
  Queen over lands indeed!
 
HOBART
Man’s love first found me; man’s hate made me Hell;
  For my babes’ sake I cleansed those infamies.
Earnest for leave to live and labour well,        55
  God flung me peace and ease.
 
AUCKLAND
Last, loneliest, loveliest, exquisite, apart—
  On us, on us the unswerving season smiles,
Who wonder ’mid our fern why men depart
  To seek the Happy Isles!        60
 
 
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