'Have you news of my boy Jack?' <br />Not this tide. <br />'When d'you think that he'll come back?' <br />Not with this wind blowing, and this tide. <br />'Has anyone else had word of him?' <br />Not this tide. <br />For what is sunk will hardly swim, <br />Not with this wind blowing and this tide. <br />'Oh, dear, what comfort can I find?' <br />None this tide, <br />Nor any tide, <br />Except he did not shame his kind- <br />Not even with that wind blowing, and that tide. <br />Then hold your head up all the more, <br />This tide, <br />And every tide; <br />Because he was the son you bore, <br />And gave to that wind blowing and that tide!<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/have-you-news-of-my-boy-jack/
