If, through the present year you ne'er cease writing!
With bated breath we ask, and humble mien—
We realise how far we come behind you—
That you will leave one remnant Magazine
In which we may be sure we shall not find you.
Then will your RUDYARD name with joy be hailed,
And yours will be a never-fading glory,
If, when you're asked to write a Light that Failed,
You merely tell us, "That's another story."