Classic Poem

Of the rugged types of manhood
Who have ruled us, there is one
Who has nobly done his duty,
And the love of thousands won.
With a mind that the Almighty
Fashioned strong for strenuous toil,
Like a massive plough that furrows
Deep and well the stubborn soil.
Wearing out and not desponding,
Giving friendly help to all.
Cheerfully at last responding
To the king of Empire's call.

On our roll of Empire-makers
Thus will be his name inscribed,
One whose day star was his duty
Who was never bought or bribed.

Like a massive granite boulder
On a giant mountain crest,
Stands the memory of the great man
Who has entered into rest.