HE LIVED the game—to him 'twas all; yet he Found ample time (as but few leaders can) For kindly thoughts and words that gave him place As chieftain in the brotherhood of man. He bore himself right bravely in the front. Led on his legions in the furious strife. Yet played the game so fairly that he had No enemy through all his generous life, A plain, good comrade, modest, diffident, He claimed no laurels, but the laurels came Through his sheer merit, his renown spread wide, And well-won glories clustered 'round his name Upon the field that he so well adorned His victory-bringing form will loom no more, So these last words, this final accolade, The game is better for the part he bore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY ON SEEING THE SUN SHINE ... MY WINDOW FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THE YEAR by LUCY AIKEN WOO NOT THE WORLD by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE HUNTER'S SONG by WILLIAM BASSE A VIOLINIST by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON |