A bishop had dealt him the coup de grace.
And so, as we sat, we reasoned still
Of fate and of fortune, of human will,
And what are the purposes men fulfil.
For we see at last, when the truth arrives,
The moves on the chess-board of our lives,—
That fields may be lost, though the king survives.
Not always he whom the world reveres
Merits its honor or wins its cheers,
Standing the best at the end of the years.