THE HERO first thought it
To him twas a deed:
To those who retaught it,
A chain on their speed.
The fire that we kindled,
A beacon by night,
When darkness has dwindled
Grows pale in the light.
For life has no glory
Stays long in one dwelling,
And time has no story
Thats true twice in telling.
And only the teaching
That never was spoken
Is worthy thy reaching,
The fountain unbroken.
