YE cannot add by any pile ye raise, One jot or tittle to the statesman's fame; @3That@1 the world knows; to the far future days Belongs his glory, and its radiant flame Will burn, when ye are dead, decayed, forgot; Therefore, your opposition matters not; The thin-masked jealousies of present time, Unburied in his grave, survive to keep Rampant the hate he deemed his highest praise, And the rude clash of discord o'er his sleep; But for his great, wise acts, his faith sublime, All that the soul of genius sanctifies, @3These@1 mount where viler passions cannot climb, @3These@1 live where palsied malice faints and dies. Still must the common voice denounce the deed, The common heart swell with an outraged pride, That the poor purchase of that paltry meed His country owed him should be thus denied; Shame on the Senate! shame on every hand Which did not falter when recording there, The basest act achieved for many a year, To fire the scorn of the whole Southern land; Nor the South only, for our foes will cry Out on your petty pasteboard chivalry! The people who refuse to crown the great And good with honor, do themselves eclipse, And doubly shameless is the recreant State, Whose condemnation comes from her own lips. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STRANGE MEETINGS: 1 by HAROLD MONRO THE IDEA by AGNES MARY F. ROBINSON IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON ON A MOURNER by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MORAL FABLES: THE TRIAL OF THE FOX by AESOP THE DREAM THAT CRACKED A WHIP by FRANCES AIRTH COQUETTE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 29 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |