High-mindedness, 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-mongering, 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?
Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause,
Proud to behold him in his country's eye.
A great tribute to the revered poet Hayden from an equally renowned Heart 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? Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause, Proud to behold him in his country's eye. A very nicely penned poem.
........I agree we should run away from jealousy, envy, and malice... cause these three can tie you down and torture you to no end... a very nice write indeed...
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Unnumbered souls breathe out a still applause. Wonderful poem, rich in rhyme and rhythm and meaningful too.