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Queen Victorias Jubilee JUNE 21ST 1887 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 | 5 |
| The voice of the wind of an hour, | |
| The sound of the Great Queens voice: | |
| My God hath given me years, | |
| Hath granted dominion and power: | |
| And I bid you, O Land, rejoice. | 10 |
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| And the Ploughman settles the share | |
| More deep in the grudging clod; | |
| For he saith:The wheat is my care, | |
| And the rest is the will of God. | |
| He sent the Mahratta spear | 15 |
| As He sendeth the rain, | |
| And the Mlech, 1 in the fated year, | |
| Broke the spear in twain, | |
| And was broken in turn. Who knows | |
| How our Lords make strife? | 20 |
| It is good that the young wheat grows, | |
| For the bread is Life. | |
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| Then, far and near, as the twilight drew, | |
| Hissed up to the scornful dark | |
| Great serpents, blazing, of red and blue, | 25 |
| That rose and faded, and rose anew, | |
| That the Land might wonder and mark. | |
| To-day is a day of days, they said, | |
| Make merry, O People, all! | |
| And the Ploughman listened and bowed his head: | 30 |
| To-day and to-morrow Gods will, he said, | |
| As he trimmed the lamps on the wall. | |
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| He sendeth us years that are good, | |
| As He sendeth the dearth. | |
| He giveth to each man his food, | 35 |
| Or Her food to the Earth. | |
| Our Kings and our Queens are afar | |
| On their peoples be peace | |
| God bringeth the rain to the Bar, | |
| That our cattle increase. | 40 |
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| And the Ploughman settled the share | |
| More deep in the sun-dried clod: | |
| Mogul, Mahratta, and Mlech from the North, | |
| And White Queen over the Seas | |
| God raiseth them up and driveth them forth | 45 |
| As the dust of the ploughshare flies in the breeze; | |
| But the wheat and the cattle are all my care, | |
| And the rest is the will of God. | |