TOR. E. K.(In Memoriam)

Dear, rash, warm-hearted friend,So careless of the end,So worldly-foolish, so divinely-wise,Who, caring not one jotFor place, gave all you’d gotTo help your lesser fellow-men to rise.Swift-footed, fleeter yetOf heart. Swift to forgetThe petty spite that life or men could show you;Your last long race is won,But beyond the sound of gunYou laugh and help men onward—if I know you.Oh still you laugh, and walk,And sing and frankly talk(To angels) of the matters that amused youIn this bitter-sweet of life,And we who keep its strife,Take comfort in the thought how God has used you.

Dear, rash, warm-hearted friend,So careless of the end,So worldly-foolish, so divinely-wise,Who, caring not one jotFor place, gave all you’d gotTo help your lesser fellow-men to rise.

Dear, rash, warm-hearted friend,

So careless of the end,

So worldly-foolish, so divinely-wise,

Who, caring not one jot

For place, gave all you’d got

To help your lesser fellow-men to rise.

Swift-footed, fleeter yetOf heart. Swift to forgetThe petty spite that life or men could show you;Your last long race is won,But beyond the sound of gunYou laugh and help men onward—if I know you.

Swift-footed, fleeter yet

Of heart. Swift to forget

The petty spite that life or men could show you;

Your last long race is won,

But beyond the sound of gun

You laugh and help men onward—if I know you.

Oh still you laugh, and walk,And sing and frankly talk(To angels) of the matters that amused youIn this bitter-sweet of life,And we who keep its strife,Take comfort in the thought how God has used you.

Oh still you laugh, and walk,

And sing and frankly talk

(To angels) of the matters that amused you

In this bitter-sweet of life,

And we who keep its strife,

Take comfort in the thought how God has used you.

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