The hollow-sounding trump of fame May never magnify your name, Nor even in the small renown Of any close-encircled town May men exalt your praises high To fill a little, local sky. But evermore and evermore, To Time's remotest, firmest shore, Though all the storms of life may beat, Your fame will find a safe retreat, A haven sure and undefiled, Within the memory of your child. Ah, let it be your constant care That this your fame may all be fair, That only what is kind and wise Your child may thus immortalize, And carry through eternity The parent you would like to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN ODE ON A GRECIAN URN by JOHN KEATS THE OLD SWIMMIN'-HOLE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES PEACE AND SHEPHERD by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD MOUNT AGASSIZ by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES TO MR. BLEECKER, ON HIS PASSAGE TO NEW YORK by ANN ELIZA BLEECKER |