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Lord Dufferin to Lord Lansdowne	A
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So here's your Empire No more wine then	B
Good	C
We'll clear the Aides and khitmatgars away	D
You'll know that fat old fellow with the knife	E
He keeps the Name Book talks in English too	F
And almost thinks himself the Government	G
O Youth Youth Youth Forgive me you're so young	H
Forty from sixty twenty years of work	I
And power to back the working Ay def mi	J
You want to know you want to see to touch	K
And by your lights to act It's natural	L
I wonder can I help you Let me try	M
You saw what did you see from Bombay east	N
Enough to frighten any one but me	J
Neat that It frightened Me in Eighty Four	O
You shouldn't take a man from Canada	P
And bid him smoke in powder magazines	Q
Nor with a Reputation such as Bah	R
That ghost has haunted me for twenty years	S
My Reputation now full blown Your fault	T
Yours with your stories of the strife at Home	U
Who's up who's down who leads and who is led	V
One reads so much one hears so little here	W
Well now's your turn of exile I go back	X
To Rome and leisure All roads lead to Rome	U
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Or books the refuge of the destitute	Y
When you that brings me back to India See	J
Start clear I couldn't Egypt served my turn	Z
You'll never plumb the Oriental mind	A2
And if you did it isn't worth the toil	B2
Think of a sleek French priest in Canada	P
Divide by twenty half breeds Multiply	M
By twice the Sphinx's silence There's your East	N
And you're as wise as ever So am I	M
Accept on trust and work in darkness strike	C2
At venture stumble forward make your mark	D2
It's chalk on granite then thank God no flame	E2
Leaps from the rock to shrivel mark and man	F2
I'm clear my mark is made Three months of drought	G2
Had ruined much It rained and washed away	D
The specks that might have gathered on my Name	E2
I took a country twice the size of France	H2
And shuttered up one doorway in the North	I2
I stand by those You'll find that both will pay	D
I pledged my Name on both they're yours to night	J2
Hold to them they hold fame enough for two	F
I'm old but I shall live till Burma pays	K2
Men there not German traders Crsthw te knows	L2
You'll find it in my papers For the North	I2
Guns always quietly but always guns	M2
You've seen your Council Yes they'll try to rule	N2
And prize their Reputations Have you met	O2
A grim lay reader with a taste for coins	P2
And faith in Sin most men withhold from God	Q2
He's gone to England R p n knew his grip	R2
And kicked A Council always has its H pes	P2
They look for nothing from the West but Death	S2
Or Bath or Bournemouth Here's their ground	T2
They fight	J2
Until the middle classes take them back	X
One of ten millions plus a C S I	M
Or drop in harness Legion of the Lost	U2
Not altogether earnest narrow men	B
But chiefly earnest and they'll do your work	I
And end by writing letters to the Times	P2
Shall I write letters answering H nt r fawn	V2
With R p n on the Yorkshire grocers Ugh	W2
They have their Reputations Look to one	X2
I work with him the smallest of them all	Y2
White haired red faced who sat the plunging horse	P2
Out in the garden He's your right hand man	F2
And dreams of tilting W ls y from the throne	Z2
But while he dreams gives work we cannot buy	M
He has his Reputation wants the Lords	P2
By way of Frontier Roads Meantime I think	A3
He values very much the hand that falls	P2
Upon his shoulder at the Council table	L
Hates cats and knows his business which is yours	P2
Your business twice a hundered million souls	P2
Your business I could tell you what I did	B3
Some nights of Eighty Five at Simla worth	C3
A Kingdom's ransom When a big ship drives	P2
God knows to what new reef the man at the whee	F
Prays with the passengers They lose their lives	P2
Or rescued go their way but he's no man	F2
To take his trick at the wheel again that's worse	P2
Than drowning Well a galled Mashobra mule	N2
You'll see Mashobra passed me on the Mall	Y2
And I was some fool's wife and ducked and bowed	D3
To show the others I would stop and speak	E3
Then the mule fell three galls a hund breadth each	F3
Behind the withers Mrs Whatsisname	E2
Leers at the mule and me by turns thweet thoul	Y2
quot How could they make him carry such a load quot	D3
I saw it isn't often I dream dreams	P2
More than the mule that minute smoke and flame	E2
From Simla to the haze below That's weak	E3
You're younger You'll dream dreams before you've done	X2
You've youth that's one good workmen that means two	F
Fair chances in your favor Fate's the third	D3
I know what I did Do you ask me quot Preach quot	D3
I answer by my past or else go back	X
To platitudes of rule or take you thus	P2
In confidence and say quot You know the trick	G3
You've governed Canada You know You know quot	D3
And all the while commend you to Fate's hand	D3
Here at the top on loses sight o' God	D3
Commend you then to something more than you	F
The Other People's blunders and	D3
that's all	Y2
I'd agonize to serve you if I could	D3
It's incommunicable like the cast	D3
That drops the tackle with the gut adry	W
Too much too little there's your salmon lost	D3
And so I tell you nothing with you luck	H3
And wonder how I wonder for your sake	I3
And triumph for my own You're young you're young	H
You hold to half a hundred Shibboleths	P2
I'm old I followed Power to the last	D3
Gave her my best and Power followed Me	E2
It's worth it on my sould I'm speaking plain	J3
Here by the claret glasses worth it all	Y2
I gave no matter what I gave I win	K3
I know I win Mine's work good work that lives	P2
A country twice the size of France the North	I2
Safeguarded That's my record sink the rest	D3
And better if you can The Rains may serve	L3
Rupees may rise three pence will give you Fame	E2
It's rash to hope for sixpence If they rise	P2
Get guns more guns and lift the salt tax	P2
Oh	M3
I told you what the Congress meant or thought	D3
I'll answer nothing Half a year will prove	N3
The full extent of time and thought you'll spare	W
To Congress Ask a Lady Doctor once	P2
How little Begums see the light deduce	P2
Thence how the True Reformer's child is born	O3
It's interesting curious and vile	Y2
I told the Turk he was a gentlman	O3
I told the Russian that his Tartar veins	P2
Bled pure Parisian ichor and he purred	D3
The Congress doesn't purr I think it swears	P2
You're young you'll swear to ere you've reached the end	D3
The End God help you if there be a God	D3
There must be one to startle Gl dst ne's soul	Y2
In that new land where all the wires are cut	D3
And Cr ss snores anthems on the asphodel	Y2
God help you And I'd help you if I could	D3
But that's beyond me Yes your speech was crude	D3
Sound claret after olives yours and mine	O3
But Medoc slips into vin ordinaire	W
I'll drink my first at Genoa to your health	P3
Raise it to Hock You'll never catch my style	Y2
And after all the middle classes grip	R2
The middle class for Brompton talk Earl's Court	D3
Perhaps you're right I'll see you in the Times	P2
A quarter column of eye searing print	D3
A leader once a quarter then a war	W
The Strand abellow through the fog quot Defeat quot	D3
quot 'Orrible slaughter quot While you lie awake	I3
And wonder Oh you'll wonder ere you're free	W
I wonder now The four years slide away	F
So fast so fast and leave me here alone	O3
R y C lv n L l R b rts B ck the rest	D3
Princes and Powers of Darkness troops and trains	P2
I cannot sleep in trains land piled on land	D3
Whitewash and weariness red rockets dust	D3
White snows that mocked me palaces with draughts	P2
And W stl nd with the drafts he couldn't pay	F
Poor W ls n reading his obituary	W
Before he died and H pe the man with bones	P2
And A tch s n a dripping mackintosh	Q3
At Council in the Rains his grating quot Sirrr quot	D3
Half drowned by H nt r's silky quot Bat my lahnd quot	D3
Hunterian always M rsh l spinning plates	P2
Or standing on his head the Rent Bill's roar	W
A hundred thousand speeches must red cloth	R3
And Smiths thrice happy if I call them Jones	P2
I can't remember half their names or reined	D3
My pony on the Mall to greet their wives	P2
More tra	W

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