THE ROUGH RIDER STORMS THE CAPITOL
THE MAN WHO CAN
(Old Saxon for "The King ")
WRITTEN OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT
How shall we know "the man who can"? (That was the Saxon phrase, they say.)
Nay, perchance we shall find the man Close to our hearts and lives to-day !
Soldier and patriot, strong of hand,
Keen of vision to know the time, Quick and true to the hour's demand,
Poet, too, without rune or rhyme
Poet, because through mists of sin
He finds the best as it yet shall be. Faces evil, yet dares begin
To live the good that his soul can see.
Speech like an arrow, swift and straight,
Strength that smites to the core of wrong; Smile that mocks but an adverse fate,
Heart of a boy, that leaps to song.
Honor scornful of life or place,
Courage brightest in sordid strife; Such is the man whose first, best grace
Was the simple crown of a stainless life !
-Marion Couthouy Smith.
I T could not have been a pleasant thought to Mr. Thomas Platt (the acknowledged Republican boss of New York State, and a most interesting and unusual personality) when he realized that the tremendous popularity of the colonel of the Rough Riders would force him to accept the suggestion of