The great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever trees.

TWENTY bridges from Tower to Kew -
Wanted to know what the River knew,
Twenty Bridges or twenty-two,
For they were young, and the Thames was old
And this is the tale that River told:

She was as immutable as the hills. But not quite so green.

Across the River and Into the Trees.

God help us for we knew the worst too young.

I always try to believe the best of everybody -it saves so much trouble.