(From Kipling's Jungle-Book.)
Here we go in a flung festoon,
Half way up to the jealous moon!
Don't you envy our pranceful bands?
Don't you wish your feet were hands?
Wouldn't you like if your tails were--so--
Curved in the shape of a cupid's bow?
Now you're angry, but--never mind--
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
Here we sit in a branchy row,
Thinking of beautiful things we know;
Dreaming of deeds we mean to do,
All complete in a minute or two--
Something noble and grand and good,
Done by merely wishing we could.
Now we're going to--never mind--
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
All the talk we ever have heard
Uttered by bat, or beast, or bird--
Hide or scale or skin or feather--
Jabber it quickly and altogether!
Excellent! Wonderful! Once again!
Now we are talking just like men.
Let's pretend we are--never mind--
Brother, thy tail hangs down behind!
This is the way of the Monkey-kind.
Then join our leaping lines that scumfish through the pines,
That rocket by where light and high the wild grape swings.
By the rubbish in our wake, by the noble noise we make,
Be sure, be sure, we're going to do some splendid things.
C: The site of an abandoned zinc mine, where a few of the Bethlehem
boys go to swim.
D: Popular Science Monthly, October, 1910.
E: Science as young people study it has two chief aspects, or in other
words, it may be roughly divided into two parts, namely, the study of
_the things which come upon us,_ as it were, and the study of _the
things which we deliberately devise._ The things that come upon us
include weather phenomena and every aspect and phase of the natural
world, the things we cannot escape; and the things we devise relate
chiefly to the serious work of the world, the things we laboriously
build and the things we deliberately and patiently seek.