text:  Whate'er the goods of earth of all The highest and the holiest--FAME! For when the Form in dust shall fall O'er dust triumphant lives the Name! Brave Man thy light of glory never Shall fade while song to man shall last; The Living soon from earth are pass'd 'THE DEAD--ENDURE FOR EVER!'" "While silent in their grief and shame The conquer'd hear the conqueror's praise " Quoth Tydeus' son "let Hector's fame In me his foe its witness raise! Who battling for the altar-hearth A brave defender bravely fell-- It takes not from the victor's worth If honour with the vanquish'd dwell