The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted read more

The idol of to-day pushes the hero of yesterday out of our
recollection, and will, in turn, be supplanted by his successor
of to-morrow.

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]

Rarely do they appear great before their valets.
[Fr., Rarement ils sont grands vis-a-vis de leur
valets-de-chambre.]

He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.

He's of stature somewhat low--
Your hero always should be tall, you know.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

The hero is the world-man, in whose heart
One passion stands for all, the most indulged.

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an read more

Each man is a hero and an oracle to somebody, and to that person
whatever he says has an enhanced value.

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds read more

But to the hero, when his sword
Has won the battle for the free,
Thy voice sounds like a prophet's word,
And in its hollow tones are heard
The thanks of millions yet to be.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

My valet-de-chambre sings me no such song.

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit read more

The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle's wreck,
Shone round him o'er the dead.
. . . .
The flames roll'd on--he would not go
Without his Father's word;
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great read more

The hero is not fed on sweets,
Daily his own heart he eats;
Chambers of the great are jails,
And head-winds right for royal sails.