On seeking remembrance and earning honour.

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 Speak, o spectre, and say whence thou hast come anew!

And wherefore doth memory invoke thee?

Say, how is thy name remember'd by those who laden with life yet remain? Is thy name on paper written? On stone engraved? On sand is it drawn or is it marked on flesh?

How did those who People name themselves regard thee? Wert thy deeds worthy of celebration in voluntary song?

Or didst thou build grand works of rock, yea, mausoleums, statues, churches, tombs?

Perchance thy life elapsed serenely, as a breeze over the sea?

Or tell me, o spirit, I beseech thee: if thou liveth still within the souls of younger, newer Peoples, and if their scars t'day bear thy name, how is this come to be?

Wert thou loved during thy time? Wert thou feared whilst thou didst walk? Was thy life silent as rain?

Or art thou revered today there where admiration dwells?

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