While he was here in breath and bone,
       &nbsp To speak to and to see,
Would I had known - more clearly known -
       &nbsp What that man did for me

When the wind scraped a minor lay,
       &nbsp And the spent west from white
To gray turned tiredly, and from gray
       &nbsp To broadest bands of night!

But I saw not, and he saw not
       &nbsp What shining life-tides flowed
To me-ward from his casual jot
       &nbsp Of service on that road.

He would have said: “’Twas nothing new;
       &nbsp We all do what we can;
’Twas only what one man would do
       &nbsp For any other man.”

Now that I gauge his goodliness
       &nbsp He’s slipped from human eyes;
And when he passed there’s none can guess,
       &nbsp Or point out where he lies.