Jubal and Tubal Cain

Jubal sang of the Wrath of God
And the curse of thistle and thorn
But Tubal got him a pointed rod,
And scrabbled the earth for corn.
Old old as that early mould,
Young as the sprouting grain
Yearly green is the strife between
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the new-found sea,
And the love that its waves divide
But Tubal hollowed a fallen tree
And passed to the further side.
Black-black as the hurricane-wrack,
Salt as the under-main-
Bitter and cold is the hate they hold
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the golden years
Uhen wars and wounds shall cease
But Tubal fashioned the hand-flung spears
And showed his neighbours peace
New new as Nine-point-Two
Older than Lamech’s slain
Roaring and loud is the feud avowed
Twix” Jubal and Tubal Cain!

Jubal sang of the cliffs that bar
And the peaks that none may crown
But Tubal clambered by jut and scar
And there he builded a town.
High-high as the snowsheds lie,
Low as the culverts drain
Wherever they be they can never agree
Jubal and Tubal Cain!

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Jubal and Tubal Cain