Equality
I
saw
a
King,
who
spent
his
life
to
weave
Into
a
nation
all
his
great
heart
thought,
Unsatisfied
until
he
should
achieve
The
grand
ideal
that
his
manhood
sought;
Yet
as
he
saw
the
end
within
his
reach,
Death
took
the
sceptre
from
his
failing
hand,
And
all
men
said,
"He
gave
his
life
to
teach
The
task
of
honour
to
a
sordid
land!"
Within
his
gates
I
saw,
through
all
those
years,
One
at
his
humble
toil
with
cheery
face,
Whom
(being
dead)
the
children,
half
in
tears,
Remembered
oft,
and
missed
him
from
his
place.
If
he
be
greater
that
his
people
blessed
Than
he
the
children
loved,
God
knoweth
best.
