A British-Roman Song (A. D. 406)

…from the quills of the dead white poets

Rudyard Kipling (1865 – 1936)

“A Centurion of the Thirtieth” — Puck of Pook’s Hill

My father’s father saw it not,

And I, belike, shall never come

To look on that so-holy spot –

That very Rome –

Crowned by all Time, all Art, all Might,

The equal work of Gods and Man,

City beneath whose oldest height –

The Race began!

Soon to send forth again a brood,

Unshakable, we pray, that clings

To Rome’s thrice-hammered hardihood –

In arduous things.

Strong heart with triple armour bound,

Beat strongly, for thy life-blood runs,

Age after Age, the Empire round –

In us thy Sons

Who, distant from the Seven Hills,

Loving and serving much, require

Thee — thee to guard ‘gainst home-born ills

The Imperial Fire!

About Paul Jacko

Jacko was born in Czechoslovakia not long before the communist putsch in February 1948. He studied industrial chemistry there and left in 1969 for Australia, where he became a lawyer and established his own practice. He has now retired and beside hunting, fishing, camping, prospecting and playing golf he amuses himself by writing.
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