All things return in their time though I doubt the modern Englishman, or Kipling himself, would view the current ordering of Britain with hopeful eyes.
I dedicate this poem to my brothers and sisters in the Mother Country that they might recognize their peril before it consumes them. Before it consumes us all.
Norman Conquest, 1066
ENGLAND'S on the anvil--hear the hammers ring--
Clanging from the Severn to the Tyne!
Never was a blacksmith like our Norman King--
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into line!
England's on the anvil! Heavy are the blows!
(But the work will be a marvel when it's done.)
Little bits of Kingdoms cannot stand against their foes.
England's being hammered hammered, hammered into one!
There shall be one people--it shall serve one Lord--
(Neither Priest nor Baron shall escape!)
It shall have one speech and law, soul and strength and sword.
England's being hammered, hammered, hammered into