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d confessed, In Heaven's immortal scroll appear As noblest and as best. No sculptured stone in stately temple Proclaims their rugged lot; Like Him who was their great example, This vain world knew them not. But though their names no poet wove In deathless song or story, Their record is inscribed above; Their wreaths are crowns of glory. --Edward Hartley Dewart. WORLDLY PLACE "Even in a palace, life may be led well!" So spoke the imperial sage, purest of men, Marcus Aurelius. But the stifling den Of common life, where, crowded up pell-mell, Our freedom for a little bread we sell, And drudge under some foolish master's ken, Who rates us if we peer outside our pen-- Matched with a palace, is not this a hell? "Even in a palace!" On his truth sincere, Who spoke these words no shadow ever came; And when my ill-schooled spirit is aflame Some nobler, ampler stage of life to win, I'll stop and say: "There were no succor here! The aids to noble life are all within." --Matthew Arnold. THE VICTORY To do the tasks of life, and be not lost; To mingle, yet dwell apart; To be by roughest seas how rudely tossed, Yet bate no jot of heart; To hold thy course among the heavenly stars, Yet dwell upon the earth; To stand behind Fate's firm-laid prison bars, Yet win all Freedom's worth. --Sydney Henry Morse. 'Twere sweet indeed to close our eyes with those we cherish near, And wafted upward by their sighs soar to some calmer sphere; But whether on the scaffold high or in the battle's van The fittest place where man can die is where he dies for man. --Michael Joseph Barry. A TRUE HERO (James Braidwood of the London Fire Brigade; died June, 1861.) Not at the battle front, writ of in story, Not in the blazing wreck, steering to glory; Not while in martyr-pangs soul and flesh sever, Died he--this Hero now; hero forever. No pomp poetic crowned, no forms enchained him; No friends applauding watched, no foes arraigned him; Death found him there, without grandeur or beauty. Only an honest man doing his duty; Just a God-fearing man, simple and lowly, Constant at kirk and hearth, kindly as holy; Death found--and touched him with finger in flyin
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