A POEM FOR EZEKIEL EMANUEL, from Rudyard Kipling.

Kipling is always good, but I would say, rather: “Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in the old days Moved earth and heaven; that which we are, we are. One equal-temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”