A name in the gallery shines bright,

but their portrait remains out of sight

Though flames once claimed the face they knew,

A quiet twin still watches from the library’s view.

It lingers in the place where Presidents write,

A whisper enduring beyond a fire’s bite…

A hush in the hall asks who once stood

When early chapters shaped the nation’s wood

— So tell me now, as history’s lantern is lit,

Which leader served fifth, do you recall who fit?