Jubal and Tubal Cain

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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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