| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | General Joubert |
| | 1900
(Died, South African War, March 27, 1900)
WITH those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, | |
| He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; | |
| But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life | |
| To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain. | |
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| Later shall rise a people, sane and great, | 5 |
| Forged in strong fires, by equal war made one; | |
| Telling old battles over without hate— | |
| Not least his name shall pass from sire to son. | |
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| He may not meet the onsweep of our van | |
| In the doomed city when we close the score; | 10 |
| Yet o’er his grave—his grave that holds a man— | |
| Our deep-tongued guns shall answer his once more! | | | | |
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