Classic Poem

BY JAMES G. P ERCIVAL , a poet of rare powers.

To live beyond the grave, — to leave a name
That like a living sun shall hold its way
Undimmed through ages, — to be hailed hereafter
As first among the spirits who have gifted
Their land with fame, — to dwell amid the thoughts
Of all sublimer souls or deities,
As treasures in their shrines, — to lead the tongues
Of nations, and be uttered in the songs
And prayers of millions, — he who bears such hope
Fixed in his heart, and holds his lonely way,
Cheered by this only, and yet keeps himself
Unwavering in the many shocks that push
His purpose from its path, — he was not cast
In nature's common mold. Such hope itself
Is greatness.