Proclaiming to the ages wide abroad
The mighty names that were not born to die.
Hark! ’tis the centuries’ roll-call, calm and clear,—
From thrones of fadeless glory answered, “Here!”
By souls supreme whose record is on high.
DEFEATED?
I raise a pillar, fine and fair,—
The monument of my despair;
No fame of conqueror or king
E’er won a nobler offering:—