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Rh 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&mdash; 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.