Abiding as the pyramids it stands— His monument that does not bear his name, This loftier Pharos lit with learning's flame Whose radiance gladdens earth's remotest lands. It was not builded with reluctant hands To publish to mankind a despot's fame And taunt the children with their father's shame. So vast a labor only love commands. Where many fail in life wouldst thou succeed Superior to hate or accident? Efface thyself when thou hast done thy deed; Let the delight of doing, thee content. Not thee but thine the generations' need; Their betterment becomes thy monument. |