A Reward

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Title:     A Reward
Author: Henry Kendall [More Titles by Kendall]

Because a steadfast flame of clear intent
Gave force and beauty to full-actioned life;
Because his way was one of firm ascent,
Whose stepping-stones were hewn of change and strife;
Because as husband loveth noble wife
He loved fair Truth; because the thing he meant
To do, that thing he did, nor paused, nor bent
In face of poor and pale conclusions; yea!
Because of this, how fares the Leader dead?
What kind of mourners weep for him to-day?
What golden shroud is at his funeral spread?
Upon his brow what leaves of laurel, say?
_About his breast is tied a sackcloth grey,
And knots of thorns deface his lordly head._

[The end]
Henry Kendall's poem: Reward

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