<h3 id="Inheritance">Inheritance</h3>
<p>THERE lived a man who raised his hand and said,<br/>
“I will be great!”<br/>
And through a long, long life he bravely knocked<br/>
At Fame’s closed gate.</p>
<p>A son he left who, like his sire, strove<br/>
High place to win;—<br/>
Worn out, he died and, dying, left no trace<br/>
That he had been.</p>
<p>He also left a son, who, without care<br/>
Or planning how,<br/>
Bore the fair letters of a deathless fame<br/>
Upon his brow.</p>
<p>“Behold a genius, filled with fire divine!”<br/>
The people cried;<br/>
Not knowing that to make him what he was<br/>
Two men had died.</p>
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