If I were dammed of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, mother o' mine o mother o' mine.
Bite on the bullet, old man, and don't let them think you're afraid.
They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.
None of the Jungle People like being disturbed.
Many wear the robes, but few walk the Way." The Lama in Kim
Till the master of all good workmen shall set us to work anew.