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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Contentment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Sleep fell upon my senses and I dreamed<br>Long years had circled since my life had fled.<br>The world was different, and all things seemed<br>Remote and strange, like noises to the dead.<br>And one great Voice there was; and something said:<br>'Posterity is speaking-rightly deemed<br>Infallible:' and so I gave attention,<br>Hoping Posterity my name would mention.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Illustrious Spirit,' said the Voice, 'appear!<br>While we confirm eternally thy fame,<br>Before our dread tribunal answer, here,<br>Why do no statues celebrate thy name,<br>No monuments thy services proclaim?<br>Why did not thy contemporaries rear<br>To thee some schoolhouse or memorial college?<br>It looks almighty queer, you must acknowledge.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Up spake I hotly: 'That is where you err!'<br>But some one thundered in my ear: 'You shan't<br>Be interrupting these proceedings, sir;<br>The question was addressed to General Grant.'<br>Some other things were spoken which I can't<br>Distinctly now recall, but I infer,<br>By certain flushings of my cheeks and forehead,<br>Posterity's environment is torrid.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=342760" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Then heard I (this was in a dream, remark)<br>Another Voice, clear, comfortable, strong,<br>As Grant's great shade, replying from the dark,<br>Said in a tone that rang the earth along,<br>And thrilled the senses of the Judges' throng:<br>'I'd rather you would question why, in park<br>And street, my monuments were not erected<br>Than why they were.' Then, waking, I reflected.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ambrose+Bierce">Ambrose Bierce</a></strong></div>

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