And sing with voices sweet his honor’d name?
How sinks his heart who hears the loud acclaim,
But sees the landscape fading from his eye,
And feels that he has overtask’d his frame,
And spent his life to reach the summit high!
Just as his end is gain’d, he lays him down—to die!
XVI.
’Tis sad—’tis sad! but if his aim has been
To plant with deathless flowers man’s rugged way,
What matters it if he must leave the scene,