Dear, rash, warm-hearted friend. <br /> <br />So careless of the end, <br /> <br />So worldly-foolish, so divinely-wise, <br /> <br />Who, caring not one jot <br /> <br />For place, gave all you'd got <br /> <br />To help your lesser fellow-men to rise. <br /> <br />Swift-footed, fleeter yet <br /> <br />Of heart. Swift to forget <br /> <br />The petty spite that life or men could show you : <br /> <br />Your last long race is won. <br /> <br />But beyond the sound of gun <br /> <br />You laugh and help men onward — if I know you. <br /> <br />Oh still you laugh, and walk, <br />And sing and frankly talk <br />(To angels) of the matters that amused you <br />In this bitter-sweet of life, <br />And we who keep its strife, <br />Take comfort in the thought how God has used <br />you.<br /><br />Frederick William (FW) Harvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-r-e-k/
