He having lived so long with lords of thought,
    The grand hierophants of speech and song,
Hath from the high, august communion caught
    Some portion of their inspiration strong.

The clear, bright atmosphere through which he looks
    Is one by no dim, close horizon bound;
The power shed as flame from noble books
    Hath made for him a larger world around.

And he, thus strengthened with the fourfold force
    Which scholarship to genius gives, is one
That liberal thinkers, pausing in their course,
    With fine esteem are glad to look upon.

He, with the faultless intuition born
    Of splendid faculties, sees things aright,
And all his strong, immeasurable scorn
    Falls like a thunder on the hypocrite.

But for the sufferer and the son of shame
    On whom remorse—a great, sad burden—lies,
His kindness glistens like a morning flame,
    Immense compassion shines within his eyes.

Firm to the Church by which his fathers stood,
    But tolerant to every form of creed,
He longs for universal brotherhood,
    And is a Christian gentleman indeed.

These in his honour. May his life be long,
    And, like a summer with a brilliant close,
As full of music as a perfect song,
    As radiant as a rich, unhandled rose.