Rudyard Kipling: Halifax

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Rudyard Kipling: Halifax (The Song of the Cities)

Into the mist my guardian prows put forth,
Behind the mist my virgin ramparts lie,
The Warden of the Honour of the North,
Sleepless and veiled am I!
 
Dec. 13, 2023, Photo

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