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RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
772 RUDYARD KIPLING'S VERSE
The heat of his spirit
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!
Hard-schooled by long power,
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!
Let those who would handle
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.
THE END
