Sonnet 547

He stood the greatest man that never was
Least there among the shields of gilded fame,
Yet truth and duty always marked his cause
And ever proud was he of his good name.
If virtue called the measure, he stepped tall,
Of selfless acts, his person knew no bounds;
If kindness were the chart he bested all—
In love, no purer heart has yet been found.
Ah, being human, yes he was still flawed
And sported emblems both of right and wrong;
But of his quiet strength all still stayed awed
For to the rarest manhood he belonged.
He faded in a glory seldom sung,
When all the sweet of life from him was wrung.

© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.

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