Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
The Childrens Song
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Our love and toil in the years to be;
When we are grown and take our place,
As men and women with our race.
Oh help Thy children when they call;
That they may build from age to age,
An undefiled heritage.
With steadfastness and careful truth;
That, in our time, Thy Grace may give
The Truth whereby the Nations live.
Controlled and cleanly night and day;
That we may bring, if need arise,
No maimed or worthless sacrifice.
On Thee for judge, and not our friends;
That we, with Thee, may walk uncowed
By fear or favour of the crowd.
By deed or thought, to hurt the weak;
That, under Thee, we may possess
Man’s strength to comfort man’s distress.
And Mirth that has no bitter springs;
Forgiveness free of evil done,
And Love to all men ’neath the sun!
For whose dear sake our fathers died;
Oh Motherland, we pledge to thee,
Head, heart, and hand through the years to be!