To see him coming often smiled,
And thought him her devoted friend
Who gladly gave her coins to spend.
A clump of tall delphiniums blue
And oriental poppies red
He'd given for a flower bed.
Was grateful for a kindly deed
And ever after tried to be
As thoughtful and as fine as he.
Because he lived, ne'er great or proud
Or known to all the motley crowd,
A few there were whose tents were pitched
Near his, who found their lives enriched.
`Because he lived', Edgar A. Guest.
This blog post is by Neelima Gupte and Sumathi Rao.