of Fame. Blow the trumpet, spread the wing, fling thy scroll upon the sky, Cloaked and cowled, and gliding along, a cold and stealthy shadow, So all is still again; but nothing of the past hath been forgotten; To fill as thus the startled world with fame, or fear, or wonder. 26 This lit thy torch of sacrilege, Ephesian Eratostratus ; For this conquerors, regicides, and rebels, have dared their perilous crimes. In all men, from the monarch to the menial, lurketh lust of fame; The savage and the sage alike regard their labours proudly: And the stricken warrior is glad, that his wounds are salved with glory. For fame is a sweet self-homage, an offering grateful to the idol, A proof that soul is scatheless, when its dwelling is dissolved. And the manifold pleasures of fame are sought by the guilty and the good: Pleasures, various in kind, and spiced to every palate: The thoughtful loveth fame as an earnest of better immortality, The industrious and deserving, as a symbol of just appreciation, The selfish, as a promise of advancement, at least to a man's own kin, And common minds, as a flattering fact that men have been told of their existence. There is a blameless love of fame, springing from desire of justice, And then fame cometh as encouragement to the inward consciousness of merit, Gladdening by the kindliness and thanks, wherewithal his labours are rewarded. But there is a sordid imitation, a feverish thirst for notoriety, Waiting upon vanity and sloth, and utterly regardless of deserving: And then fame cometh as a curse; the fire-damp is gathered in the mine: The soul is swelled with poisonous air, and a spark of temptation shall explode it. ole causes, noised awhile, shall yield most active consequents, And therefore it were ill upon occasion, to scorn the voice of rumour. Ye have seen the chemist in his art mingle invisible gases; And lo, the product is a substance, a heavy dark precipitate: Even so fame, hurtling on the quiet with many meeting tongues, Can out of nothing bring forth fruits, and blossom on a nourishment of air. For many have earned honour, and thereby rank and riches, From false and fleeting tales, some casual mere mistake; And many have been wrecked upon disgrace, and have struggled with poverty and scorn, From envious hints and ill reports, the slanders cast on innocence. Who standeth not in danger of suspicion? that net hath caught the noblest. Cæsar's wife was spotless, but a martyr to false fame;" And Rumour, in temporary things, is gigantic as a ruin or a remedy: Many poor and many rich have testified its popular omnipotence, And many a panic-stricken army hath perished with the host of the Assyrians. Nevertheless, if opportunity be nought, let a man bide his time; So the matter be not merchandize nor conquest, fear thou less for character. If a liar accuseth thee of evil, be not swift to answer; Yea, rather give him license for awhile; it shall help thine honour afterward: Never yet was calumny engendered, but good men speedily discerned it, And innocence hath burst from its injustice, as the green world rolling out of Chaos. What, though still the wicked scoff,-this also turneth to his praise; What, if the ignorant still hold out, obstinate in unkind judgment,— For all their toil and wasted strength, the foolish do but prop it. And note thou this; in the secret of their hearts, they feel the taunt is false, And cannot help but reverence the courage, that walketh amid calumnies unanswering: He standeth as a gallant chief, unheeding shot or shell; He trusted 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 gran deur, Confident the time will come, when pilgrims shall be flocking to the shrine. For fame is the birthright of genius; and he recketh not how long it be delayed; The heir need not hasten to his heritage, when he knoweth that his tenure is eternal. The careless poet of Avon," was he troubled for his fame, Or the deep-mouthed chronicler of Paradise, heeded he the suffrage of his equals? Mæonides took no thought, committing all his honours to the future, And Flaccus, standing on his watch-tower, spied the praise of ages." Smoking flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world; Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour? The village stream swelled to a river, and the river was a kingdom's wealth, Where is he who boasted he could step across that stream? Such are the beginnings of the famous: little in the judgment of their peers, The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour, 30 Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame: For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, So, Fame groweth to its great ones; their images loom larger in de parting; But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is filled with its glory. And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy motive: Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold, Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass; Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them! There is a magnanimity in recklessness of fame, so fame be well deserving, ness, That creepeth cautiously along, afraid that its title will be challenged. His neck is strong with confidence, and he goeth tusked with power: He is a poor warder of his fame, who is ever on the watch to keep it spotless; Such care argueth debility, a garrison relying on its sentinel. Purity of motive and nobility of mind shall rarely condescend To prove its rights, and prate of wrongs, or evidence its worth to others. And it shall be small care to the high and happy conscience What jealous friends, or envious foes, or common fools may judge. Should the lion turn and rend every snarling jackal, Or an eagle be stopt in his career to punish the petulance of sparrows? Should the palm-tree bend his crown to chide the briar at his feet, Nor kindly help its climbing, if it hope, and be ambitious? Should the nightingale account it worth her pains to vindicate her music, Before some sorry finches, that affect to judge of song ? No: many an injustice, many a sneer, and slur, Is passed aside with noble scorn by lovers of true fame : |