ONE OF THE NAMELESS GREAT

I KNEW a man who died in days of yore,

To whom no monument is like to rise;

And yet there never lived a mortal more

Deserving of a shaft to pierce the skies.

His chiefest wish strong friendships was to make;

He cared but little for this poor world’ s pelf;

He shared his joys with every one who’ d take,

And kept his sorrows strictly to himself.