Rudyard Kipling (30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)
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Yet At the Last
Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave.
Yet at the last, though the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him,
He called upon Allah, and died a Believer!
Rudyard Kipling
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Rudyard Kipling : 543 / 544
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