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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Last Department</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Twelve hundred million men are spread<br>About this Earth, and I and You<br>Wonder, when You and I are dead,<br>"What will those luckless millions do?"</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">None whole or clean, " we cry, "or free from stain<br>Of favour." Wait awhile, till we attain<br>The Last Department where nor fraud nor fools,<br>Nor grade nor greed, shall trouble us again.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Fear, Favour, or Affection -- what are these<br>To the grim Head who claims our services?<br>I never knew a wife or interest yet<br>Delay that pukka step, miscalled "decease";</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When leave, long overdue, none can deny;<br>When idleness of all Eternity<br>Becomes our furlough, and the marigold<br>Our thriftless, bullion-minting Treasury</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Transferred to the Eternal Settlement,<br>Each in his strait, wood-scantled office pent,<br>No longer Brown reverses Smith's appeals,<br>Or Jones records his Minute of Dissent.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And One, long since a pillar of the Court,<br>As mud between the beams thereof is wrought;<br>And One who wrote on phosphates for the crops<br>Is subject-matter of his own Report.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">These be the glorious ends whereto we pass --<br>Let Him who Is, go call on Him who Was;<br>And He shall see the mallie steals the slab<br>For currie-grinder, and for goats the grass.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">A breath of wind, a Border bullet's flight,<br>A draught of water, or a horse's firght --<br>The droning of the fat Sheristadar <br>Ceases, the punkah stops, and falls the night</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=511019" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">For you or Me. Do those who live decline<br>The step that offers, or their work resign?<br>Trust me, To-day's Most Indispensables,<br>Five hundred men can take your place or mine.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a></strong></div>

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