And cannot help but reverence the courage, that walketh amid calumnies unanswering:
He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell;
He trusteth in God his Judge: neither arrows nor the pestilence shall harm him.
A high heart is a sacrifice to Heaven: should it stoop among the creepers in the dust,
To tell them that what God approved, is worthy of their praise?
Never shall it heed the thought; but flaming on in triumph to the skies,
And quite forgetting fame, shall find it added as a trophy.
A great mind is an altar on a hill: should the priest descend from his altitude,
To canvass offerings and worship from dwellers on the plain?
Rather, with majestic perseverance will he minister in solitary grandeur,