TRUE GREATNESS. 



Aye, men may boast of conquerors, and tell 



Of trophies that adorned a Caesar's car, 



Spreading his glory to the world afar, 

 Until his name becomes a mighty spell 

 To wake the hearts of nations : — it is well 



That souls should thus be roused ; but, are there not 



Far nobler triumphs in the humble lot 

 Of him who turns, when passion's hosts rebel, 

 Undaunted to the conflict ? then the heart 



Against itself in warfare must arise, 

 While, one by one, the joys of life depart, 



And e'en the hope that nerved the spirit dies : 

 Yet not to him are earthly honors given, 

 Enough if conquest win th' approving smile of Heaven. 



