Poem by Rudyard Kipling

A Song of the White Men

                   1899

Now, this is the cup the White Men drink
    When they go to right a wrong,
And that is the cup of the old world's hate--
      Cruel and strained and strong.
We have drunk that cup--and a bitter, bitter cup--
      And tossed the dregs away.
But well for the world when the White Men drink
      To the dawn of the White Man's day!


Now, this is the road that the White Men tread
     When they go to clean a land--
Iron underfoot and levin overhead
     And the deep on either hand.
We have trod that road--and a wet and windy road--
     Our chosen star for guide.
Oh, well for the world when the White Men tread
     Their highway side by side!

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