Wisely will he hide the pains a hardened herd would mock:
For the great mind well may be sad to note such littleness in brethren,
The while he is comforted and happy in the firmest assurance of desert.
Cease awhile, gentle scholar;—seek other thoughts and themes;
Or dazzling Fame with wildfire light shall lure us on for ever.
For look, all subjects of the mind may range beneath its banner,
And time would fail and patience droop, to count that numerous host.
The mine is deep, and branching wide,—and who can work it out?
Years of thought would leave untold the boundless topic, Fame.
Every matter in the universe is linked in suchwise unto others,