THE BURIAL (1902) C. J. Rhodes, buried in the Matoppos, April 10, 1902 W HEN that great Kings return to clay, Or Emperors in their pride, Grief of a day shall fill a day, Because its creature died. But we we reckon not with those Whom the mere Fates ordain, Dreamer devout, by vision led Beyond our guess or reach, The travail of his spirit bred So huge the all-mastering thought that drove- His faith before the crowd. It is his will that he look forth The granite of the ancient North- There shall he patient make his seat (As when the Death he dared), And there await a people's feet In the paths that he prepared. There, till the vision he foresaw Living he was the land, and dead, W GENERAL JOUBERT (Died March 27, 1900) ITH those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, He had no part whose hands were clear of But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life 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 In the doomed city when we close the score; Yet o'er his grave-his grave that holds a manOur deep-tongued guns shall answer his once more! W THE PALACE (1902) HEN I was a King and a Mason-a Master I cleared me ground for a palace such as a 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 every stone: 'After me cometh a Builder. Tell him, I too have 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. THE PALACE 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. They said "The end is forbidden.' They said "Thy use is fulfilled, And thy palace shall stand as that other's-the spoil of a King who shall build.' I called my men from my trenches, my quarries, my wharves, and my shears. All I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faith less years. Only I cut on the timber, only I carved on the stone: 'After me cometh a Builder. Tell him, I too have known!' |