'Highmindedness, a jealousy for good'

      A loving-kindness for the great man's fame,

      Dwells here and there with people of no name,

In noisome alley, and in pathless wood:

And where we think the truth least understood,

      Oft may be found a 'singleness of aim,'

      That ought to frighten into hooded shame

A money-mong'ring, pitiable brood.

How glorious this affection for the cause

      Of steadfast genius, toiling gallantly!

What when a stout unbending champion awes

      Envy, and Malice to their native sty?

Unnumber'd souls breathe out a still applause,

      Proud to behold him in his country's eye.