None of the world's glory

None of the world’s glory

He gained none of the world’s glory.

He made no fortune,

Ran no large company,

Wrote no best-seller,

Held no great post.

Yet a hundred cried the day he died,

And some of us are crying yet.

Through all the later years,

And through all the later days,

When the sun still rose without his gaze,

And without his gaze the sun still set,

We have missed his smile,

His quiet voice

And his gentle ways.