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The Floods. Rudyard Kipling

Claude Monet, Flood at Giverny, 1896 Claude Monet, Flood at Giverny, 1896 The rain it rains without a stay
 In the hills above us, in the hills;
And presently the floods break way
 Whose strength is in the hills.
The trees they suck from every cloud,
The valley brooks they roar aloud,
Bank-high for the lowlands, lowlands,
 Lowlands under the hills!

The first wood down is sere and small,
 From the hills--the brishings off the hills;
And then come by the bats and all
 We cut last year in the hills;
And then the roots we tried to cleave
But found too tough and had to leave,
Polting down the lowlands, lowlands,
 Lowlands under the hills!

The eye shall look, the ear shall hark
 To the hills, the doings in the hills!
And rivers mating in the dark
 With tokens from the hills.
Now what is weak will surely go,
And what is strong must prove it so,
Stand Fast in the lowlands, lowlands,
 Lowlands under the hills!

The floods they shall not be afraid,
 Nor the hills above ′em, nor the hills,
Of any fence which man has made
 Betwixt him and the hills.
The waters shall not reckon twice
 For any work of man′s device,
 But bid it down to the lowlands, lowlands,
 Lowlands under the hills!

The floods shall sweep corruption clean,
 By the hills, the blessing of the hills,
That more the meadows may be green
 New-mended from the hills.
The crops and cattle shall increase,
Nor little children shall not cease.
Go plough the lowlands, lowlands,
 Lowlands under the hills!

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