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Yet At The Last
(30 December 1865 – 18 January 1936 / Bombay)

Yet At The Last

Poem By Rudyard Kipling

Yet at the last, ere our spearmen had found him,
Yet at the last, ere a sword-thrust could save,
Yet at the last, with his masters around him,
He spoke of the Faith as a master to slave.
Yet at the last, though the Kafirs had maimed him,
Broken by bondage and wrecked by the reiver,
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him,
He called upon Allah, and died a Believer!

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It's so good to read Kipling again. Effective repetition of 'Yet at the last' and lines ending 'him'. Also a fair-minded poem about the faith of a Muslim-ill treated but still has faith in Allah. One of Kipling's best poems I think.
A very dedicated trustworthy servant of Allah his Counselor.
Yet at the last, tho' the darkness had claimed him, He called upon Allah, and died a Believer! faith goes into the core of a human being. tony
With such fine art of repetition the poem puts forward the faith and belief of a believer who dies a believer. A lovely poem.
CONGRATULATIONS to the family of the late poet, being chosen as The Classic Poem Of The Day. A 10 Superscore for this lovely sad poem.


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