Classic Poem

How lovelily the Jasmine flower
Blooms far from man's observing eyes,
And having liv'd its little hour,
There withers, there sequestered dies.
Though faded, yet 'tis not forgot,
A rich perfume that Time can't sever,
Lingers in that unfriended spot,
And decks the Jasmine's grave for ever.

Thus, thus should Man, who seeks to soar
On Learning's wing to Fame's bright sky,
Far from his fellows seek that lore,
Unheeded live , sequester'd die .
Thus, like the Jasmine, when he's fled,
Fame's rich perfume will ever keep
Ling'ring around the faded dead,
As saints that watch some infant's sleep.