As Adam was a-working outside of Eden-Wall, He used the Earth, he used the Seas, he used the Air and all; Till out of black disaster He arose to be the master Of Earth and Water, Air and Fire, IT THE BEGINNINGS 1914-18 T WAS not part of their blood, With long arrears to make good, They were not easily moved, Their voices were even and low, Their eyes were level and straight. It was not preached to the crowd, When the English began to hate. It was not suddenly bred, It will not swiftly abate, Through the chill years ahead, When Time shall count from the date THE PRAYER MY BROTHER kneels, so saith Kabir, But in my brother's voice I hear His prayer is all the world's-and mine. THE RIVER'S TALE (PREHISTORIC) TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew "I walk my beat before London Town, At Tide-end-town, which is Teddington. But I'd have you know that these waters of mine When hundreds of miles to the East I went I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds, The earliest Cockney who came my way, When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand, With paint on his face and a club in his hand. He was death to feather and fin and fur, He trapped my beavers at Westminster. While down at Greenwich, for slaves and tin, |