XVIII.—LET VIRTUE BE YOUR AIM.
1. Whatever be thy lot on earth,
Thy mission[136] here below,
Though Fame may wreathe[137] her laurels[138] fair,
Around your youthful brow,—
If you would rise from earthly things,
And win a deathless name,
Let all your ways be just and right—
Let virtue be your aim.[139]
2. Though cherished[140] friends may traitors[141] prove.
Their kindness all depart,
And leave a mournful spell around
Thy sad and bleeding heart;
Though you may oft be scorned[142] by men,
Or those who bear the name,
Let all your ways be just and right—
Let virtue be your aim.
3. Oh! ye who dwell in stately[143] halls,
Where wealth and fame[144] are known,
Remember you may yet be poor,
Neglected and alone!
But, oh! remember this broad truth,
Ere others’ faults you scan,[145]
Your wealth may make a thousand fools—
But virtue makes the man.
[136] Mis’-sion, errand; business.
[137] Wreathe, entwine.
[138] Lau’-rels, flowers for garlands.
[139] Aim, purpose; intention.
[140] Cher’-ish-ed, dear; loved.
[141] Trai’-tors, betrayers.
[142] Scorn’-ed despised; disdained
[143] State’-ly, magnificent; grand
[144] Fame, renown; glory.
[145] Scan, examine critically.