Some in oblivious silence pass away,
And leave no vestige of their lives behind.
Others, like those proud waves which beat the shore,
A loud and momentary murmur raise;
But soon their transient glories are no more,—
No future ages echo with their praise.
Like yon proud rocks amidst the sea of time,
Superior, scorning all the billows' rage,
The living Sons of Genius stand sublime,
Th' immortal children of another age.