Hall Of Fame Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

What warrior is a warrior?
When he has no seat in the hall of Valhalla,
Where the brave may live forever;
What god is a god or goddess?
When he or she has no place in Mount Olympus;
What star is a star?
When it has no dwelling in the firmament;
What palace is a palace?
When there is no king or queen;
What queen is a queen?
When there is beauty upon her face to look upon;
What beauty is a beauty?
When men with noble blood has not fought for it for honor's sake;
What essence is the breast of a mother?
When her infant baby cannot feed, live and grow by it;
What man is a great man?
When he has no seat in the hall of fame;
What laurel is a laurel?
When it has no Nobel Prize;
What wisdom is wisdom?
When there is no fortune in it.


Indeed to the warriors belongs Valhalla.
To the gods and goddess is Mount Olympus.
To the kings and queens belongs the palace.
To the queens belongs beauty.
To beauty ascribes honor and pride.
To the babies belongs the breast.
To great men belongs the "Hall of Fame."
To the stars belongs the firmament.
To the Laureates belongs the Nobel Prize.
And to wisdom is fortune.
But I belong to the hearts of men,
For in their hearts are my good deeds.
There my good deeds fetch for me a place of dwelling,
And in the hearts of men there forever I shall dwell;
And therein sit I and my memory preserved for eternity.
For as good deeds the true monument of one,
So the hearts of men is the best "Hall of Fame."