953 K51 соруз COPYRIGHT, 1896, BY RUDYARD KIPLING COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY ENPLISH I Fhis book is also protečied by copyright vader THE Cities are full of pride, That from her burthened beach. They count their ships full tale- And rampart's gun-flecked line; City by city they hail : "Hast aught to match with mine?" And the men that breed from them They traffic up and down, But cling to their cities' hem As a child to the mother's gown. When they talk with the stranger band, Dazed and newly alone; When they walk in the stranger lands By roaring streets unknown; Blessing her where she stands For strength above their own. (On high to hold her fame That stands all fame beyond, By oath to back the same, Most faithful-foolish-fond; Making her mere-breathed name So thank I God my birth But that she lent me worth Surely in toil or fray Under an alien sky, Comfort it is to say: "Of no mean city am I." |