« Deroude’s corner… what the people said….

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By the well , where the bullocks go
Silent and blind and slow –
By the field where the young corn dies
In the face of the sultry skies,
They have heard , as the dull Earth hears
The voice of the wind of an hour ,
The sound of the Great Queen’s voice :
” My God hath given me years ,
Hath granted dominion and powe :
And I bid you , O Land , rejoice . ”

And the ploughman settle the share
More deep in the grudging clod ;
For he saith : ” The wheat is my care ,
And the rest is the wiil of God .
He sent the Mahratta spear
As He sendeth the rain ,
And the Melch, in the fated year ,
Broke the spear in twain .
And was broken in turn . Who knows
How our Lords make strife ?
It is good that the young wheat grows ,
For the bread is Life .”

RK