No green and poisonous laurel wreath shall shade
His brow, who dealt no death in any strife,
Crown him with olive who was not afraid
To join the desolate unarmed ranks of life.
Who did not fear to die, yet feared to slay,
A leader in the war that shall end war,
Unarmed he stood in ruthless Empire's way,
Unarmed he stands on Acheron's lost shore.
Yet not alone, nor all unrecognised,
For at his side does that scorned Dreamer stand,
Who in the Olive Garden agonised,
Whose kingdom yet shall come in every land.