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...NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON NOW AND AFTERWARDS by DINAH MARIA MULOCK CRAIK THE INDIAN WEED by RALPH ERSKINE HURRAHING IN HARVEST by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY WOODBINES IN OCTOBER by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES |