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Rhodes Memorial, Table Mountain
By Rudyard Kipling
As tho’ again, yea, even once again,
We should rewelcome to our stewardship
The rider with the loose-flung bridle-rein
And chance-plucked twig for whip,
The down-turned hat-brim, and the eyes beneath
Alert, devouring, and the imperious hand
Ordaining matters swiftly to bequeath
Perfect the work he planned.
Extra Info:
From a letter written to Sir Herbert Baker, R.A., when the form of the Memorial was under discussion
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