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112 To find such knighthood in the sprawling land, To see a democrat well-nigh a king.

He lived with liberal hand, with guests from far, With talk and joke and fellowship to spare,&mdash; Watching the wide world's life from sun to sun, Lining his walls with books from everywhere. He read by night, be built his world by day. The farm and house of God to him were one. For forty years he preached and plowed and wrought&mdash; A statesman in the fields, who bent to none.

His plowmen-neighbors were as lords to him. His was an ironside, democratic pride. He served a rigid Christ, but served him well&mdash; And, for a lifetime, saved the countryside.

Here lie the dead, who gave the church their best Under his fiery preaching of the word. They sleep with him beneath the ragged grass. . . The village winters, by his voice unstirred.