Rudyard Kipling Recessional By Sayuri Lopez Rudyard Kipling

Rudyard Kipling Recessional By: Sayuri Lopez

Rudyard Kipling �was born in Bombay, but educated in England at the United Services College, Westward Ho, Bideford. In 1882 he returned to India, where he worked for Anglo-Indian newspapers. His literary career began with Departmental Ditties (1886) �Born in December , 30 of 1865 �Rudyard Kipling died on January 18, 1936. �He received a Nobel award in 1902

Recessional � � � � 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! � � � 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!

First stanza � 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 author calls to god to be protected from they battle line � Who we are under and hold the domain over our hand � The one that hold power and don’t forget us

Second stanza � 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! � As the shouting fade away � and the captains and the kings go away � God the ancient sacrifice left � he calls for the lord of host � To be with them

Third stanza � 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! � Their navies return home � the fire of war goes out � And all the pomp

Four stanza � 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! � If the men are drunk with power and start speaking rashly and wildly without heeding God, such as the Gentiles or other base breeds do, then again, the speaker implores, "Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet

Fifth stanza � 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! � The "heathen heart" will trust in the � instruments of war, but it is only like dust falling upon dust. � The speaker calls for the � Lord to show mercy upon his people,

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