Nestor of Happy Warriors, blest was he In death as in life's opportunity. Commander foremost to the very last, No foe but age o'ercame him, and the blast; Nor these before in one brief Pisgah view His eyes had seen what those he taught could do. Homeward contented he had ta'en his way, Had Heaven so willed it and prolonged his day; But (since Heaven willed it) as content to die He saw his life's work grandly fructify: England and India, every difference gone, In thought, in aim, in action, both as one. England and India, whom he served so long, Receive his blessing, be together strong! England and India mourn him! Nobler none Shall come hereafter for comparison. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH ON TALK OF PEACE AT THIS TIME by ROBERT FROST I'VE NOTHING TO OFFER by DAVID IGNATOW A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER A DAY IN BED by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |