To these who are cleansed of base Desire, Sorrow and Lust and Shame—
Gods, for they knew the heart of Men—men, for they stooped to Fame—
Some on the breath that men call Death, my brother's spirit came.
Scarce had he need to cast his pride or slough the dross of earth.
E'en as he trod that day to God, so walked he from this birth—
In simpleness and gentleness and honour and clean mirth.
So, cup to lip in fellowship, they gave him welcome high
And made him place at the banquet board, the Strong Men ranged thereby,
Who had done his work and held his peace and had no fear to die.
Beyond the loom of the last lone star through open darkness hurled,
Further than rebel comet dared or hiving star-swarm swirled,
Sits he with such as praise our God for that they served his world.