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