THE EVERLASTING MEMORIAL.
By Horatius Bonar
Up and away, like the dew of the morning,
Soaring from earth to its home in the sun,
So let me steal away, gently and lovingly,
Only remembered by what I have done. My name and my place and my tomb, all forgotten,
The brief race of time well and patiently run—
So let me pass away, peacefully, silently,
Only remembered by what I have done. Not myself, but the truth that in life I have spoken;
Not myself, but the seed that in life I have sown,
Shall pass on to the ages— all about me forgotten,
Save the truth I have spoken, and the things I have done. So let my living be; so be my dying;
So let my name lie, unblazoned, unknown;
Unpraised and unmissed, I shall still be remembered—
Yes, but only remembered by what I have done.