The Village and The Newspaper

by George Crabbe

When Admiration claims so large a part?

Grief is a foe - expel him then thy soul;

Let nobler thoughts the nearer views control!

Oh! make the age to come thy better care,

See other RUTLANDS, other GRANBYS there!

And, as thy thoughts through streaming ages glide,

See other heroes die as MANNERS died:

And from their fate, thy race shall nobler grow,

As trees shoot upwards that are pruned below;

Or as old Thames, borne down with decent pride,