While He Was Here In Breath And Bone, To Speak To And To See, Would I Had Known More Clearly Known - What That Man Did For Me When The Wind Scraped A Minor Lay, And The Spent West From White To Gray Turned Tiredly, And From Gray To Broadest Bands Of Night! But I Saw Not, And He Saw Not What Shining Life-Tides Flowed To Me-Ward From His Casual Jot Of Service On That Road. He Would Have Said: "'Twas Nothing New; We All Do What We Can; 'Twas Only What One Man Would Do For Any Other Man." Now That I Gauge His Goodliness He's Slipped From Human Eyes; And When He Passed There'S None Can Guess, Or Point Out Where He Lies.