In Flanders Fields and Other Poems

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"></SPAN></p> <br/> <h2> Equality </h2> <p>I saw a King, who spent his life to weave<br/> Into a nation all his great heart thought,<br/> Unsatisfied until he should achieve<br/> The grand ideal that his manhood sought;<br/> Yet as he saw the end within his reach,<br/> Death took the sceptre from his failing hand,<br/> And all men said, "He gave his life to teach<br/> The task of honour to a sordid land!"<br/> Within his gates I saw, through all those years,<br/> One at his humble toil with cheery face,<br/> Whom (being dead) the children, half in tears,<br/> Remembered oft, and missed him from his place.<br/> If he be greater that his people blessed<br/> Than he the children loved, God knoweth best.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />