Jubal and Tubal Cain

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 When 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!