Rather with majestic perseverance will he minister in solitary gran deur, Confident the time will come when pilgrims shall be flocking to the shrine. For fame is the birthright of genius; and he recketh not how long it be delayed; The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his tenure is eternal. The careless poet of Avon, was he troubled for his fame? Or the deep-mouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded he the suffrage of his equals? Mæonides took no thought, committing all his honors to the future, And Flaccus, standing on his watchtower, spied the praise of ages. SMOKING flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world; Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapor ? The village stream swelled to a river, and the river was a kingdom's wealth; Where is he who boasted he could step across that stream? Such are the beginnings of the famous; little in the judgment of their peers, The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. Therefore dull Zoilus, clamoring ascendant of the hour, Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame; Therefore mocking Momus, offended at the steps of Beauty, (40) Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne among the stars. For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, Until that screening Alp have darkened all the canton, — So, Fame groweth to its great ones; their images loom larger in departing; But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is filled with its glory. AND thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, Wouldst thou find applause with men ?-seek it not, nor shun it; Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, and her walls are marble; Modern fame lodgeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling: Lay not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber, For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy motive; Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold, Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass; Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them! THERE is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so fame be well deserving, That rusheth on in fearless might, the conscious sense of merit; And there is a littleness in jealousy of fame, looking as aware of weakness, That creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. The wild boar, full of beech-mast, flingeth him down among the brambles; Secure in bristly strength, without a watch he sleepeth : But the hare, afraid to feed, croucheth in its own soft form; His neck is strong with confidence, and he goeth tusked with power; Sturdily he roameth in the forest, or sunneth him in fen and field, Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. judice, And ignorant that perishable falsehood dieth as a branch cut off. PURITY of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others. And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may judge. Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal, Or an eagle be stopped in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows? Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the brier at his feet, Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious? Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindicate her music Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song? Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame: For well they wot that glory shall be tinctured good or evil, By the character of those who give it, as wine is flavored by the wine-skin: So that worthy Fame floweth only from a worthy fountain, The while he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert. CEASE awhile, gentle scholar; seek other thoughts and themes; The mine is deep, and branching wide, — and who can work it out? Years of thought would leave untold the boundless topic, Fame. Every matter in the universe is linked in such wise unto others, That a deep, full treatise upon one thing might reach to the history of all things; And before some single thesis had been followed out in all its branches, The wandering thinker would be lost in the pathless forest of existence. What were the matter or the spirit, that hath no part in Fame ? For the handling of that mighty theme should stretch from past to future, Catching up the present on its way, as a traveller burdened with time. All manner of men, their deeds, hopes, fortunes, and ambitions, All manner of events and things, climate, circumstance, and custom, Wealth and war, fear and hope, contentment, jealousy, devotion, Skill and learning, truth, falsehood, knowledge of things gone and things to come, Pride and praise, honor and dishonor, warnings, ensamples, emula tions, The excellent in virtues, and the reprobate in vice, with the cloud of indifferent spectators, Wave on wave, with flooding force, throng the shoals of thought, Filling that immeasurable theme, the height and depth of Fame. With soul unsatisfied and mind dismayed, my feet have touched the threshold, Fain to pour these flowers and fruits an offering on that altar: OF FLATTERY. MUSIC is commended of the deaf; —but is that praise despised? I trow not though false and insincere, woman listened greedily. Is she hated for her hollowness?-learning held her wiser for the nonce. The worldly and the sensual, to gain some end, did homage to religion; And the good man gave thanks as for a convert, where others saw the hypocrite. YET none of these were cheated at the heart, nor steadily believed those flatteries; They feared the core was rotten, while they hoped the skin was sound; But the fruits have so sweet fragrance, and are verily so pleasant to the eyes, It were an ungracious disenchantment to find them apples of Sodom. So they labored to think all honest, winking hard with both their eyes; And hushed up every whisper that could prove that praise absurd; They willingly regard not the infirmities that make such worship vain, And palliate to their own fond hearts the faults they will not see. For the idol rejoiceth in his incense, and loveth not to shame his suppliants; Should he seek to find them false, his honors die with theirs : An offering is welcome for its own sake, set aside the giver, And praise is precious to a man, though uttered by the parrot or the mocking-bird. THE world is full of fools; and sycophancy liveth on the foolish : Sometimes he strutteth as a gallant, pampering the fickleness of vanity; I have known him listen with the humble, enacting silent mar veller, To hear some purse-proud dunce expound his poverty of mind; not be convinced, When some weak youth hath wisely feared the chance of ill suc cess: Now, he will barely be a winner, -to magnify thy triumphs after ward; Now, he will hardly be a loser,—but cannot cease to wonder at thy skill: He laudeth his own worth, that the leader may have glory in his follower; |