Rhodes Memorial
Table Mountain

As tho’ again—yea, even once again,
  We should rewelcome to our stewardship
The rider with the loose-flung bridle-rein
  And chance-plucked twig for whip,

The down-turned hat-brim, and the eyes beneath
  Alert, devouring—and the imperious hand
Ordaining matters swiftly to bequeath
   Perfect the work he planned.