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Title: To Rudyard Kipling
Author: James Whitcomb Riley [
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To do some worthy deed of charity
In secret and then have it found out by
Sheer accident, held gentle Elia--
That--that was the best thing beneath the sky!
Confirmed in part, yet somewhat differing--
(Grant that his gracious wraith will pardon me
If impious!)--I think a better thing
Is: being found out when one strives to be.
So, Poet and Romancer--old as young,
And wise as artless--masterful as mild,--
If there be sweet in any song I've sung,
'Twas savored for that palate, O my Child!
For thee the lisping of the children all--
For thee the youthful voices of old years--
For thee all chords untamed or musical--
For thee the laughter, and for thee the tears.
And thus, borne to me o'er the seas between
Thy land and mine, thy Song of certain wing
Circles above me in the "pure serene"
Of our high heaven's vast o'er-welcoming;
While, packeted with joy and thankfulness,
And fair hopes many as the stars that shine,
And bearing all love's loyal messages,
Mine own goes homing back to thee and thine.
[The end]
James Whitcomb Riley's poem: To Rudyard Kipling
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