Lord, you have granted to each his kingdom:
In the jungles of Bengal the flaming tiger,
The eagle astraddle on the Alpine crystal,
The great, hot whale in icy oceans,
These have their kingdoms, and not only these.
The buffalo neck-deep in the washerman’s bog,
The full-throated frog, the fly of pestilence,
The crow in the cloud on a windless day—
Each has his kingdom none else can reach.
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