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Yet other men have wrought, and fought, and won,

Cutting with crimson sword Fame's Gordian knot,

And, dying, nations wonder'd — and forgot,—

But this Man's name shall circle with the sun;

And when our children's children feel the glow,

That ripens them unconsciously to men,

Asking, with upturn'd face, “What did he then?”

One answer from each quicken'd heart shall flow —

“This Man submerg'd the Doer in the Deed,

Toil'd on for Duty, nor of Fame took heed;

Hew'd out his name upon the great world's sides.

In sure-aim'd strokes of nobleness and worth,

And never more Time's devastating tides

Shall wear the steadfast record from the Earth.”