The penman’s plaudit and the poet’s song;
Enough for glory has been wrought,
By you be humbler praises sought;
In peace and truth life’s journey run,
And keep unsullied what your Fathers won.
XXVI.
Take then my prayer, Ye dwellers of this spot—
Be yours a noiseless and a guiltless lot.
I plead not that ye bask
In the rank beams of vulgar fame;