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1865–1936

THE OBEDIENT

Rudyard Kipling

Daily, though no ears attended, Did my prayers arise Daily, though no fire descended Did I sacrifice....

Though my darkness did not lift, Though I faced no lighter odds, Though the Gods bestowed no gift, None the less,

None the less, I served the Gods!

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THE OBEDIENT · Rudyard Kipling · Poetry Cove