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Words by the Wayside

By James Rhoades

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The Death of King Edward the VIIth
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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The Death of King Edward the VIIth

(May 20th, 1910)
“Τα δε μη βλεπομενα αιωνια.”

Death cannot rob him of the crown he wore.
So just a King, so manful and humane,
That not in visible realms alone, but o'er
The universal heart he seemed to reign;
And alien eyes that ne'er beheld his face
Find earth the lonelier for his empty place.
Amid the splendours and the toils of State
With lowliest need he knew to sympathise;
Without assuming greatness, he was great,
Without the arrogance of wisdom, wise;
Ennobling his high office to the end
As patriot peerless, yet the whole world's friend.
Ah me! with him commit we to the dust
A smile that charmed to death presumptuous pride,
A single faith that Envy's self might trust,
A matchless aim, a hope that never died,
A challenge that, pray Heaven, from throne to throne
Shall peal till earth's last battle-trump be blown.
Children of God shall they be called, I trow,
Who make for peace beneath the travailing sun;
To whose inheritance eternal thou,
Edward, Peace-maker, hast thy birthright won.
With that sublimest benediction blest,
Enshrined in all men's memory, take thy rest.