|I knew a man of massive mold,
I hung upon his every word;
He made the truth so clear and bold
I wished that angels might have heard.
I buttressed hope and banished fear
With his strong faith, my own was dim.
A fierce temptation ventured near;
It fled before the thought of him.
So masterful his giant will,
So keen his logic, pure his breast,
My admiration grew until
His very excellence oppressed.
Must I beside the Christ exalt
This man and worship at his feet?
Thank God, I found one day a fault;
And then his manhood seemed complete.
__Harry Edward Mills.
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)