THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S MERCY
Abdhur Rahman, the Durani Chief, of him is the story told,

THE BALLAD OF THE KING'S JEST
When spring-time flushes the desert grass,

WITH SCINDIA TO DELHI
The wreath of banquet overnight lay withered on the neck,

THE BALLAD OF BOH DA THONE
This is the ballad of Boh Da Thone,

THE LAMENT OF THE BORDER CATTLE THIEF
O woe is me for the merry life,

THE RHYME OF THE THREE CAPTAINS
. . . At the close of a winter day,

THE BALLAD OF THE "CLAMPHERDOWN"
It was our war-ship _Clampherdown_,

THE BALLAD OF THE "BOLIVAR"
Seven men from all the world back to Docks again,

THE SACRIFICE OF ER-HEB
Er-Heb beyond the Hills of Ao-Safai,

THE EXPLANATION
Love and Death once ceased their strife,

THE GIFT OF THE SEA
The dead child lay in the shroud,

EVARRA AND HIS GODS
Read here: This is the story of Evarra -- man --,

THE CONUNDRUM OF THE WORKSHOPS
When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,

THE LEGEND OF EVIL
This is the sorrowful story,

THE ENGLISH FLAG
Winds of the World, give answer! They are whimpering to and fro,

"CLEARED"
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit hurt,

AN IMPERIAL RESCRIPT
Now this is the tale of the Council the German Kaiser decreed,

TOMLINSON
Now Tomlinson gave up the ghost in his house in Berkeley Square,

L'ENVOI TO "LIFE'S HANDICAP"
My new-cut ashlar takes the light,

L'ENVOI
There's a whisper down the field where the year has shot her yield,

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[In India, the swastika is an ancient symbol of good fortune.
Kipling frequently used the swastika in this context.]

THE SEVEN SEAS
1891-1896

DEDICATION
The Cities are full of pride,

THE SEVEN SEAS

A SONG OF THE ENGLISH
Fair is our lot -- O goodly is our heritage!

The Coastwise Lights
Our brows are bound with spindrift and the weed is on our knees,

The Song of the Dead
Hear now the Song of the Dead -- in the North by the torn berg-edges,

The Deep-Sea Cables
The wrecks dissolve above us; their dust drops down from afar --,

The Song of the Sons
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an open door --,

The Song of the Cities
Royal and Dower-royal, I the Queen,

England's Answer
Truly ye come of The Blood; slower to bless than to ban,

THE FIRST CHANTEY
Mine was the woman to me, darkling I