Forgotten.
He conquered all the foes that bannered wrong;
He strove with might and did heroic deeds;
Yet nameless he; for to his lofty meeds
None wrought the immortality of song.
Give Us More.
No matter how the world may go,
How high it heaps our store,
For all the joys that banish woe
We always wish for more!
And from the cares that fume and fret,
We cry as e'er before:
"We thank thee, Lord, for what we get,
But give us more,—still more!"