Andrew Lang (Эндрю Лэнг)

Natural Theology

'Once CAGN was like a father, kind and good,
But He was spoiled by fighting many things;
He wars upon the lions in the wood,
And breaks the Thunder-bird's tremendous wings;
But still we cry to Him,--'We are thy brood -
O Cagn, be merciful!' and us He brings
To herds of elands, and great store of food,
And in the desert opens water-springs.'

So Qing, King Nqsha's Bushman hunter, spoke,
Beside the camp-fire, by the fountain fair,
When all were weary, and soft clouds of smoke
Were fading, fragrant, in the twilit air:
And suddenly in each man's heart there woke
A pang, a sacred memory of prayer. 

1. Ballade of Amoureuse
2. Dizain
3. Ballade of the Midnight Forest
4. Alison Gross
5. On Calais Sands

Rudyard Kipling (Редьярд Киплинг) Natural Theology ("I ate my fill of a whale that died")

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