This is the man who, sole in Britain, sole br In Europe, by profounder instinct knew br The strength of Britain; and that strength he drew br Slow into act, upshouldering the whole br Vast weight of effort. Eyes full on the goal br Saw nothing less; he held his single clue, br Heedless of obstacle; intent to do br His one task forthright with unshaken soul. br br This is the man whom, dead, the meanest match br With their own stature; give tongue, and grow brave br On the imperfection fools have wit to espy. br His silence towers the grander for their cry, br Troubling his fame no more than yelp and scratch br Of jackal could disturb that ocean--grave.