Oh, the names that have been handed down the years!
Every Nation has its heroes, its famous, every age,
Monarchs of its scrolls and parchment, swords and spears;
But like a few sands gathered from the ocean's glittering beach
To the heroes and the heroines (are they)
Who have fought life's battles bravely, who have lived to learn and teach
But whose memoirs with their lives have passed away.
Oh, the books that have been published, the histories compiled!
Oh, the words that have been written, sung and said!
They are nothing to the volumes o'er which few have wept or smiled
Books unprinted, scenes unpainted, lives unread!
Every Nation has its heroes, its famous, every age,
Monarchs of its scrolls and parchment, swords and spears;
But like a few sands gathered from the ocean's glittering beach
To the heroes and the heroines (are they)
Who have fought life's battles bravely, who have lived to learn and teach
But whose memoirs with their lives have passed away.
Oh, the books that have been published, the histories compiled!
Oh, the words that have been written, sung and said!
They are nothing to the volumes o'er which few have wept or smiled
Books unprinted, scenes unpainted, lives unread!
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