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| JUBAL sang of the Wrath of God | |
| And the curse of thistle and thorn— | |
| But Tubal got him a pointed rod, | |
| And scrabbled the earth for corn. | |
| Old—old as that early mould, | 5 |
| Young as the sprouting grain— | |
| Yearly green is the strife between | |
| Jubal and Tubal Cain! | |
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| Jubal sang of the new-found sea, | |
| And the love that its waves divide— | 10 |
| But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree | |
| And passed to the further side. | |
| Black—black as the hurricane-wrack, | |
| Salt as the under-main— | |
| Bitter and cold is the hate they hold— | 15 |
| Jubal and Tubal Cain! | |
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| Jubal sang of the golden years | |
| When wars and wounds shall cease— | |
| But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears | |
| And showèd his neighbours peace. | 20 |
| New—new as the Nine point Two, | |
| Older than Lamech’s slain— | |
| Roaring and loud is the feud avowed | |
| Twix’ Jubal and Tubal Cain! | |
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| Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar | 25 |
| And the peaks that none may crown— | |
| But Tubal clambered by jut and scar | |
| And there he builded a town. | |
| High—high as the snowsheds lie, | |
| Low as the culverts drain— | 30 |
| Wherever they be they can never agree— | |
| Jubal and Tubal Cain! | |
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