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 These were the works of our King; Earth's peace was the proof of them.

God gave him great works to fulfil, and to us the behoof of them.

We accepted his toil as our right—none spared, none excused him.

When he was bowed by his burden his rest was refused him.

We troubled his age with our weakness—the blacker our shame to us!

Hearing his People had need of him, straightway he came to us.

As he received so he gave—nothing grudged, naught denying,

Not even the last gasp of his breath when he strove for us, dying.

For our sakes, without question, he put from him all that he cherished.

Simply as any that serve him he served and he perished.

All that Kings covet was his, and he flung it aside for us.

Simply as any that die in his service he died for us!

Who in the Realm to-day has choice of the easy road or the hard to tread?

And, much concerned for his own estate, would sell his soul to remain in the sun?

Let him depart nor look on Our dead.

Our King asks nothing of any man more than Our King himself has done.



1892

Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried,

When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, 