Emily Dickinson,
Sic transit gloria mundi
“ Mortality is fatal Gentility is fine Rascality, heroic Insolvency, sublime Our Fathers being weary Laid down on Bunker Hill And though full many a morn'g Yet they are sleeping still The trumpet sir, shall wake them In streams I see them rise Each with a solemn musket A marching to the skies! A coward will remain, Sir, Until the fight is done; But an immortal hero Will take his hat and run. ”
