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Poem	Canadian 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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