It Is UP to You

You can Solve your problem

 

          Or

                             You can merely Salve your problem.   -eab, 1/18/09

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Tarries

A man wishes to be organized

When he sees how time flies,

And wished that he, could three men be;

And stretch the day to a week.

Till he begins to realize,

(What he already knows)

He’s only strong, when he is weak;

As he tarries, he goes.     – eab, 2/1972

 

Written in Akron, Ohio   

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Rudyard Kipling – death, Jan. 18, 1936

God of our fathers, known of old,
Lord of our far flung battle line,
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies;
The captains and the kings depart:
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far called, our navies melt away;
On dune and headland sinks the fire:
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe,
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard,
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding, calls not Thee to guard,
For frantic boast and foolish word—
Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!

Joseph Rudyard Kipling died this day (1/18/1936) in London, England.  He was known both as a writer of poetry and prose.  Here is a hymn as well.  Both of his grandfathers were ministers, one a Methodist.  He was a Brit who was born in India, who married an American, who took their honeymoon in Japan and even lived four years in Vermont.  

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