The man was loved, the man was idolized, The man had every just and noble gift. He took great burdens and he bore them well, Believed in God but did not preach too much, Believed and followed duty first and last With marvellous consistency and force, Was a great victor, in defeat as great, No more, no less, always himself in both, Could make men die for him but saved his men Whenever he could save them⁠—was most kind But was not disobeyed⁠—was a good father, A loving husband, a considerate friend: Had little humor, but enough to play Mild jokes that never wounded, but had charm, Did not seek intimates, yet drew men to him, Did not seek fame, did not protest against it, Knew his own value without pomp or jealousy And died as he preferred to live⁠—sans phrase, With commonsense, tenacity and courage, A Greek proportion⁠—and a riddle unread. And everything that we have said is true And nothing helps us yet to read the man, Nor will he help us while he has the strength To keep his heart his own.