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Whence came this man? As if on the wings
¡@¡@ Of the winds of God that blew!
He moved, undaunted, mid captians and kings,
¡@¡@ And, not having learned, he knew I
Was he son of the soil, or child of the sky?
¡@¡@ Or, pray, was he both? Ah me!
How little they dreamed, as the storm rolled high,
¡@¡@ What he was, and was to be!
When trembled the lamps of hopes, or quite
¡@¡@ Blew out in that furious gale,
He drew his light from the Larger Light
¡@¡@ Above him that did not fail:
Heaven-led all trials and perils among,
¡@¡@ As unto some splendid goal
He fared right onward, unflinching¡Xthis strong
¡@¡@ God-gifted, heroic soul!
We know him now how noble his part,
¡@¡@ And how clear was his vision then!
With the firmest hand and the kindliest heart
¡@¡@ Of them all¡Xthis master of men!
Of the pride of power or the lust of self,
¡@¡@ Oh never a taint we find:
He lost himself in the larger self
¡@¡@ Of his country and all mankind.
There are those called great, or good, by right
¡@¡@ But as long as the long roll is,
Not many the names, with the double light
¡@¡@ Of greatness and goodness like his.
Thrice happy the nation that holds him dear
¡@¡@ Who never can wholly die,
Never cease to bestow of his counsel and cheer,
¡@¡@ As the perilous years go by!
For after the trumpets have ceased to blow,
¡@¡@ And the banners are folded away,
And the stress and the splendor forgotten, we know,
¡@¡@ Of a truth, in that judgment day,
That whatso'er else, in the Stream that rolls,
¡@¡@ May sink and be utterly gone,
The souls of the men who were true to their souls
¡@¡@ Forever go marching on!
There are those whose like, it was somehow planned,
¡@¡@ We never again shall see;
But I would to God there were more in the land
¡@¡@ As true and as simple as he,¡X
As he who walked in our common ways,
¡@¡@ With the seal of a king on his brow;
Who lived as a man among men his days,
¡@¡@ And belongs to the ages now! |