We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
God of our fathers, known of old-- Lord of our far-flung battle line Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
Far-called, our navies melt away; On dune and headland sinks the fire: Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the Nations, spare us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-- Such boasting as the Gentiles use Or lesser breeds without the law-- Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget - lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shard-- All valiant dust that builds on dust, And guarding, calls not Thee to guard-- For frantic boast and foolish word, Thy mercy on Thy people, Lord!
Posted today because Driscoll recently linked Derbyshire's 2002 post on Kipling's poem which had been written for the 1897 Diamond Jubilee of Queen Victoria. Many do not know that Kipling later became a resident of Vermont for many years.
Thanks, BD, for reprinting Kipling's Recessional. Its a splendid poem, one I have loved for many years, and a good example of this writer's work, which has been increasingly neglected of late in high school and college curricula. He was a fascinating man, but the political correcters don't like him because he was a man of his time.
Leag ... Did you ever read Kipling's The Ladies? The last few lines are:
"Yes, I've taken my fun as I found it,
And now I must pay for my fun,
For the more you have of the many,
The less you have of the one.
And the end of it's sitting and and thinking,
And dreaming Hell's fire to see,
So be warned by my lot,
As I know you will not,
And learn about women from me."
If'n it aint too long, i'll give it a read and see if'n it'll take and let yall know.
A great love of mine once almost scared me when she insisted she was present to teach me spirituality.
I chortled at that and told her she was misinformed and she was only present to teach me outlawry.
She a sudden be affrighted and tried to get out the front door to no avail because I had locked it from inside to protect the neighbors from me loves oft' angry outbursts.
But that lock down was to no avail, 'cause realizin' situation she yelled cursin' me and threw open the window and hurdled herself thru the screened opening and ran down the stairs screechin' out her great hatred and took to her pickup and screeched out of the parkin' lot.
I do love watchin' women walk out doors but windows are even better fer veiwin'.
Now, that were almost scary.
That were the second shemale damaged screen i took to Pa fer to fix.
The first screen were damaged by another of his girls i dearly loved, who tore it all up with a .44 Magnum round she'd dearly desired to put thru me but couldn't just before she exited with a hurdle.
Poor chicklette knocked at door a minute later to complain i'd damaged her knee which were a bleedin' from where she'd cut it on the broken glass from the window she'd dispatched.
She also, was almost scary.
Anyway, i'll gander yall's Ladies and give it a read if'n it ain't too long.
What did the Colonel's Lady think?
Nobody never knew.
Somebody asked the Sergeant's wife,
An' she told 'em true!
When you get to a man in the case,
They're like as a row of pins --
For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady
Are sisters under their skins!