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One moment past our bodies cast / 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: '_Good rest to all_ / _That keep the Jungle Law! '_
Now horn and pelt our peoples melt / In covert to abide; / Now, crouched and still, to cave and hill / Our Jungle Barons glide. / Now, stark and plain, Man's oxen strain, / That draw the new-yoked plough; / Now, stripped and dread, the dawn is red / Above the lit _talao_.