From aloe to rose-oak, from rose-oak to fir,
From level to upland, from upland to crest,
From rice-field to rock-ridge, from rock-ridge to spur,
Fly the soft-sandalled feet, strains the brawny brown chest.
From rail to ravine--to the peak from the vale--
Up, up through the night goes the Overland-Mail.
There's a speck on the hillside, a dot on the road--
A jingle of bells on the foot-path below--
There's a scuffle above in the monkeys' abode--
The world is awake, and the clouds are aglow--
For the great Sun himself must attend to the hail;--
In the name of the Empress the Overland-Mail.
RUDYARD KIPLING.
GATHERING SONG OF DONALD DHU.
Jon, do you remember when you used to spout "Pibroch of Donald Dhu"? I
think you were ten years old. Sir Walter Scott's men all have a genius
for standing up to their guns, and boys gather up the man's genius when
reciting his verse. (1771-1832.)
Pibroch of Donuil Dhu,
Pibroch of Donuil,
Wake thy wild voice anew,
Summon Clan Conuil.
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