The Forerunner

" The many care not? " Well, if true,
To their indifference is due
One half the clearness of the Few!

My Friends that would have welcomed me
Come afterward, by Two and Three;
I can but meet them mentally.

I shall not hear the mingled shout
Of blame and praise, belief and doubt:
I vanish ere they find me out!

I saw the ambitious pass me by,
To grasp their glory that seemed nigh,
Nor felt their crave, nor swelled their Cry.

Dear Followers! who will be Too Late
To bid me Farewell in the Gate
Of Life and Death where none may wait,
Only a little I fore-run;

I shall be with you still: We are one
In that good work you must get done.