Sunday Kipling

Since yesterday was my birthday I thought this was an apropos poem for today. As for yesterday it was a wonderful day. Lu waited on me hand and foot, we had a nice dinner out, cake and ice cream at the in-laws and a birthday call from my favorite three people in the world. They'll be here on Wednesday and both Lu and I are on pins and needles waiting.

We've found a new church. I hope. Our first sermon will be today.

Lu and I both hope this day finds you all well and happy. May you all be as blessed as we are.
Six

The Birthright

"The Propagation of Knowledge"
From "Debits and Credits" (1919-1923)

The miracle of our land's speech--so known
And long received, none marvel when 'tis shown!

We have such wealth as Rome at her most pride
Had not or (having) scattered not so wide;
Nor with such arrant prodigality,
Beneath her any pagan's foot let lie...
Lo! Diamond that cost some half their days
To find and t'other half to bring to blaze:
Rubies of every heat, wherethrough we scan
The fiercer and more fiery heart of man:
Emerald that with the uplifted billow vies,
And Sapphires evening remembered skies:
Pearl perfect, as immortal tears must show,
Bred, in deep waters, of a piercing woe;
And tender Turkis, so with charms y-writ,
Of woven gold, Time dares not bite on it.
Thereafter, in all manners worked and set,
Jade, coral, amber, crystal ivories, jet,--
Showing no more than various fancies, yet
Each a Life's token or Love's amulet
Which things, through timeless arrogance of use,
We neither guard nor garner, but abuse;
So that our scholars--nay, our children-fling
In sport or jest treasure to arm a King;
And the gross crowd, at feast or market, hold
Traffic perforce with dust of gems and gold!