_One Of The Nameless Great_

I KNEW a man who died in days of yore, To whom no monument is like to rise; And yet there never lived a mortal more Deserving of a shaft to pierce the skies.

His chiefest wish strong friendships was to make; He cared but little for this poor world's pelf; He shared his joys with every one who'd take, And kept his sorrows strictly to himself.