LET us draw strength, not merely from twice-told arguments — how fair and noble a thing it is to show courage in battle — but from the busy spectacle of our great city’s life as we have it before us day by day, falling in love with her as we see her, and remembering that all this greatness she owes to men with the fighter’s daring, the wise man’s understanding of his duty, and the good man’s self-discipline in its performance — to men who sacrificed their lives as the best offerings on her behalf.

So they gave their bodies to the commonwealth and received each for his own memory praise that will never die and with it the grandest of all sepulchres, not that in which their mortal bones are laid but a home in the minds of men where their glory remains afresh to stir to speech or action as the occasion comes by. For the whole earth is the sepulchre of famous men; and their story is not graven only on stone over their native earth, but lives on far away, without visible symbol, woven into the stuff of other men’s lives. For you now it remains to rival what they have done.*