Call you silently a parvenu, interloper, upstart.
Upstart you are, of course,
But never mind, you’ve got a rise in the world.
No use trying to outstare the mountains
Sitting in their arms-chairs, nursing their gouty feet.
Be a social climber still,
Aspire higher,
And be put up as soon as you can
For the club of Heaven’s stars.
