By lightening the load of human cares,
Or teaching men true wisdom, passing years
Dim not the glory of his deathless fame:
For each succeeding age its witness bears
To things which ever must attention claim,
And shed a living light upon their author’s name.
XIV.
Lo! on the mount where fame’s proud temple towers,
All things look beautiful to those below;
And trees of life, and amaranthine flowers,