THE BURIAL C J. RHODES, buried in the Matoppos, April 10, 1902 WHEN that great Kings return to clay, Because its creature died. But wc-we reckon not with those This Power that wrought on us and goes Dreamer devout, by vision led So huge the all-mastering thought that drove So brief the term allowed Nations, not words, he linked to prove His faith before the crowd. It is his will that he look forth There, till the vision he forsaw To council 'neath his skies, Shall quicken and control. His soul shall be her soul! GENERAL JOUBERT (DIED MARCH 27th, 1900) WITH those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain. Later shall rise a people, sane and great, Forged in strong fires, by equal war made one; Telling old battles over without hate Not least his name shall pass from sire to son. He may not meet the onsweep of our van more ! Copyright, 1900, by Rudyard Kipling THE PALACE WHEN I was a King and a Mason-a Master proven and skilled I cleared me ground for a palace such as a King should build. I decreed and dug down to my levels. Presently, under the silt, I came on the wreck of a palace such as a King had built. There was no worth in the fashion-there was no wit in the plan— Hither and thither, aimless, the ruined footings. ran Masonry, brute, mishandled, but carven on "After me.cometh a Builder. Tell him, I too have every stone: known." Swift to my use in my trenches, where my well planned ground-works grew, I tumbled his quoins and his ashlars, and cut and reset them anew. Lime I milled of the marbles; burned it, slacked it, and spread; Taking and leaving at pleasure the gifts of the humble dead. Yet I despised not nor gloried; yet, as we wrenched them apart, I read in the razed foundations the heart of that builder's heart. As he had risen and pleaded, so did I understand The form of the dream he had followed in the face of the thing he had planned. When I was a King and a Mason—in the open noon of my pride, They sent me a Word from the Darkness-They whispered and called me aside. |