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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511049" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Morning Song of the Jungle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One moment past our bodies cast<br>No shadow on the plain;<br>Now clear and black they stride our track,<br>And we run home again.<br>In morning-hush, each rock and bush<br>Stands hard, and high, and raw:<br>Then give the Call: &quot;Good rest to all<br>That keep the Jungle Law!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now horn and pelt our peoples melt<br>In covert to abide;<br>Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill<br>Our Jungle Barons glide.<br>Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain,<br>That draw the new-yoked plough;<br>Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is red<br>Above the lit talao.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ho! Get to lair! The sun's aflare<br>Behind the breathing grass:<br>And creaking through the young bamboo<br>The warning whispers pass.<br>By day made strange, the woods we range<br>With blinking eyes we scan;<br>While down the skies the wild duck cries:<br> &quot;The Day--the Day to Man!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The dew is dried that drenched our hide,<br>Or washed about our way;<br>And where we drank, the puddled bank<br>Is crisping into clay.<br>The traitor Dark gives up each mark<br>Of stretched or hooded claw:<br>Then hear the Call: &quot;Good rest to all<br>That keep the Jungle Law!&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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No shadow on the plain;
Now clear and black they stride our track,
And we run home again.
In morning-hush, each rock and bush
Stands hard, and high, and raw:
Then give the Call: &quot;Good rest to all
That keep the ..."></div>
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