Classic Poem

In time's procession of mortality
That westward files across our ancient earth,
Familiar forms recur — to eyes that see —
Makers of history for hours of dearth.

Old leaders, these, returned in time of need;
A Lafayette, with way that Sidney had;
A Roosevelt, with Great Heart's cloak and creed;
A Jeanne with kin-look to the Syrian lad.

Not most of these are destined to live long;
Some expeditionary fell at Agincourt,
Thermopylae and by the Marne; their song
Of quest eternal cut untimely short. . . .

A certain look betrays each midst the rest —
Valiant for truth, once more earth's transient guest.