<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395987" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Seddon</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When from his place a forest monarch falls,<br>A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across,<br>Reverberating to its utmost walls:<br>So through an Empire rings this sound of loss. <br>Still, as of old, the kingless forest-aisles<br>We see—but not the strength that was their fame:<br>So, at Death’s voice, far from his kingless aisles<br>The last Great Tribune answers to his name. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nature, that builds great minds for mighty tasks,<br>Sculptured his frame to match the soul within;<br>Taught him how wisdom wields the power it asks;<br>For each new conquest set him more to win. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rough-hewn was he for power, a massive mould,<br>Broad-brained, far-sighted, honourable, free<br>From narrowing envy, with a heart of gold<br>As wide and deep and dominant as the sea. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He passes, but his memory is power.<br>Behind him lives the good that none may stay;<br>His name remains a beacon-light, a tower<br>By which all feebler hearts may guide their way. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, let us follow him with reverent feet,<br>With fern and rata twine the wattle fair;<br>Tread soft: a mighty heart has ceased to beat<br>And one of Nature’s kings is sleeping there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=George+Essex+Evans">George Essex Evans</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=395987" data-title="Seddon de George Essex Evans" data-description="When from his place a forest monarch falls, A thunder shakes the leafy leagues across, Reverberating to its utmost walls: So through an Empire rings this sound of loss. Still, as of old, the kingless forest-aisles We see—but not the strength th..."></div> </div> </div>

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