The mocked and the scorned and the wounded
the lame and the poor
That should have remembered forever, * * *
remember no more.
Where are those lovers of yours, on what
name do they call
The lost, that in armies wept over your fu-
neral pall?
They call on the names of a hundred high-
valiant ones,
A hundred white eagles have risen the sons of
your sons,
The zeal in their wings is a zeal that your
dreaming began
The valor that wore out your soul in the ser-
vice of man.
Sleep softly, * * * eagle forgotten, * * *
under the stone,
Time has its way with you there and the clay has its own.
Sleep on, O brave hearted, O wise man, that
kindled the flame—
To live in mankind is far more than to live in
a name,
To live in mankind, far, far more * * * than
to live in a name.
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