Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922.
Great-Heart
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Our age hath made known
For all men to honour,
One standeth alone,
Of whom, o’er both oceans
Both Peoples may say:
“Our realm is diminished
With Great-Heart away.”
In action no less,
The labours he praised
He would seek and profess
Through travail and battle,
At hazard and pain….
And our world is none the braver
Since Great-Heart was ta’en!
And plain words for false things,
Plain faith in plain dealing
’Twixt neighbours or kings
He used and he followed,
However it sped….
Oh, our world is none more honest
Now Great-Heart is dead!
Struck warm through all lands;
For he loved such as showed
’Emselves men of their hands;
In love, as in hate,
Paying home to the last….
But our world is none the kinder
Now Great-Heart hath passed!
Yet most humble of mind
Where aught that he was
Might advantage mankind.
Leal servant, loved master,
Rare comrade, sure guide …
Oh, our world is none the safer
Now Great-Heart hath died!
Make sure they can wield
His far-reaching sword
And his close-guarding shield:
For those who must journey
Henceforward alone
Have need of stout convoy
Now Great-Heart is gone.