Like flowery fields the nations stand Pleased with the morning light; The flowers beneath the mower’s hand Lie withering ere ‘tis night. Isaac Watts,  Our God, Our Help in Ages Past  The twenty-ninth in my ongoing series examining the poetry of Rudyard Kipling. The other posts in the series may be read here, here […]


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Donald R. McClarey (1546 Posts)