Etsi Omnes, Ego Non

HERE where under earth his head Finds a last and lonely bed, Let him speak upon the stone: Etsi omnes, ego non. Here he shall not know the eyes Bent upon their sordid prize Earthward ever, nor the beat Of the hurrying faithless feet. None to make him perfect cheer Join’d him on his journey drear; Some too soon, who fell away; Some too late, who mourn to-day. Yet while comrades one by one Made denial and were gone, Not the less he labor’d on: Etsi omnes, ego non. Surely his were heart and mind Meet for converse with his kind, Light of genial fancy free, Grace of sweetest sympathy. But his soul had other scope, Holden of a larger hope, Larger hope and larger love. Meat to eat men knew not of: Knew not, know not—yet shall sound From this place of holy ground Even this legend thereupon, Etsi omnes, ego non.