HE IS AMONG US NOW.
I no not live so far away—
But yester eve I saw him pass With his long shadow on the grass.
It was an hour when even a child
Cast a long shadow ; but that tall man
Threw one seemed all the earth to span Even as the greatness of his work, When he is gone into the murk, Like endless tapestries unfurled Will make a girdle for the world.
His thought so uttered cannot die.
Though men expire and kingdoms pass, Though palaces are lost in sand, Though oceans flow where once was land, Though cornfields ripen and wave and sigh Where tesselated pavements lie, Though temple ruins bed a wood, Though rivers ride where cities stood, Such poetry as he has made, When all he knew have long decayed, Remains a part of human mind And lives coeval with mankind.
A. HUGH FISHER,
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