Winner of Three Worlds Man hath made machines, Wood and stone and steel, Doth the poet heed? Sail an unknown stead- Who hath voiced their word? Old our world and tired, Burdened with its sins. Who hath known or cared? To the World stand bared · Races all unknown. Weep they or rejoice, Sing they, sing they not. Three new worlds have stirred, Hailed us fellow men, Born of Kipling's word, Quick from Kipling's pen. WALLACE RICE. |