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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.