General Gordon: II

Another to the witnesses' roll-call
Hath answered, "Here I am!" and so stept out--
With willingness crowned everywhere about,
Not the head only, but the body all,
In one great nimbus of obedient fall,
His heart's blood dashing in the face of doubt--
Love's last victorious stand amid the rout!
--Silence is left, and the untasted gall.
No chariot with ramping steeds of fire
The Father sent to fetch his man-child home;
His brother only called, "My Gordon, come!"
And like a dove to heaven he did aspire,
His one wing Death, his other, Heart's-desire.
--Farewell a while! we climb where thou hast clomb!