When the Saxon Began to Hate

A short poem by Rudyard Kipling…

“It was not part of their blood, it came to them very late, with long arrears to make good, when the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved, they were icy – willing to wait til every count should be proved, ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show, when the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud when the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, when time shall count from the date that the Saxon began to hate."

When the Saxon Begins to Hate

A short poem by Rudyard Kipling…

“It was not part of their blood, it came to them very late, with long arrears to make good, when the Saxon began to hate.

They were not easily moved, they were icy – willing to wait til every count should be proved, ere the Saxon began to hate.

Their voices were even and low. Their eyes were level and straight. There was neither sign nor show, when the Saxon began to hate.

It was not preached to the crowd. It was not taught by the state. No man spoke it aloud when the Saxon began to hate.

It was not suddenly bred. It will not swiftly abate. Through the chilled years ahead, when time shall count from the date that the Saxon began to hate."