Incipit
Theodore Roosevelt 1858–1919 Last of the giants, in whose soul shone clear The sacred torch of greatness and of right, A stricken world, that cannot boast thy peer, Mourns o’er thy grave amidst the new-born night. Sage, seer and statesman, wise in ev’ry art; First to behold, and first to preach, the truth; Soldier and patriot, in whose mighty heart Throbb’d the high valour of eternal youth. Foremost of citizens and best of chiefs, Within thy mind no weak inaction lay; Leal to thy standards, firm in thy beliefs; As quick to do, as others are to say. Freeman and gentleman, whose sp …
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