Contradictions by Rudyard Kipling Lyrics

The drowsy carrier sways
        To the drowsy horses’ tramp.
His axles winnow the sprays
Of the hedge where the rabbit plays
        In the light of his single lamp.

He hears a roar behind,
        A howl, a hoot, and a yell,
A headlight strikes him blind
And a stench o’erpowers the wind
        Like a blast from the mouth of Hell.

He mends his swingle-bar,
        And loud his curses ring;
But a mother watching afar
Hears the hum of the doctor’s car
        Like the beat of an angel’s wing!

So, to the poet’s mood,
        Motor or carrier’s van,
Properly understood,
Are neither evil nor good—
        Ormuzd not Ahriman!