Classic Poem

To some, the conqueror's crown, the patriot's fame,
The one achievement which creates a name;
And, had he cared to shine in human eyes,
He who lies here had but to claim his prize;
In God's good gifts so rich, he might have gain'd
Whate'er Ambition schemed, or Fancy feign'd.
But now — since other's joy, and others' smart,
Lay nearer than himself to that great heart,
And, finding glory dross, and life a day,
For others' lives he gave his own away,
With the forgotten casting-in his lot —
O yet his name is, elsewhere, unforgot!
High mid His faithful ones in Christ's own fold,
And in the Eternal Memory enroll'd.