 | Rudyard Kipling's Verse |  |
The Spring Running.
Man goes to Man! Cry the challenge through the Jungle!
He that was our Brother goes away.
Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle,—
Answer, who can turn him—who shall stay?
He that was our Brother goes away.
Hear, now, and judge, O ye People of the Jungle,—
Answer, who can turn him—who shall stay?
Man goes to Man! He is weeping in the Jungle:
He that was our Brother sorrows sore!
Man goes to Man! (Oh, we loved him in the Jungle!)
To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more.
He that was our Brother sorrows sore!
Man goes to Man! (Oh, we loved him in the Jungle!)
To the Man-Trail where we may not follow more.
| Rudyard Kipling's Verse | |