The Camel's Hump

And then you will find that the sun and the wind,

And the Djinn of the Garden too,

Have lifted the hump

The horrible hump

The hump that is black and blue!

I get it as well as you-00-00,
If I haven't enough to do-00-00,
We all get the hump,
Camellious hump-

Kiddies and grown-ups too.

RUDYARD KIPLING.

75

The complete poem is in "Greybeards at Play."

Wm. B.

The Oneness of the Philosopher With Nature 77

I know the strange tale of the Slug;
The Early Sin—the Fall,

The Sleep-the Vision-and the Vow-
The Quest-the Crown-the Call.

And I have loved the Octopus
Since we were boys together,

I love the Vulture and the Shark:
I even love the weather.

G. K. CHESTERTON.

No Noses

(From the song of Quoodle the Dog, in "The Flying Inn")

They haven't got no noses,
The fallen sons of Eve;

Even the smell of roses
Is not what they supposes;
But more than mind discloses
And more than men believe.

They haven't got no noses,
They cannot even tell

When door and darkness closes

The park a Jew encloses,

Where even the law of Moses

Will let you steal a smell.

The brilliant lure of water,

The brave smell of a stone,
The smell of dew and thunder,

The old bones buried under,

Are things in which they blunder
And err, if left alone.

The wind from winter forests,

The scent of scentless flowers,
The breath of brides' adorning,
The smell of snare and warning,
The smell of Sunday morning;
God gave to us for ours.