Smoking flax will breed a flame, and the flame may illuminate a world; Where is he who scorned that smoke as foul and murky vapour? The village stream swelled to a river, and the river was a kingdom's wealth, Where is he who boasted he could step across that stream? Such are the beginnings of the famous: little in the judgment of their peers, The juster verdict of posterity shall fix them in the orbits of the Great. Therefore dull Zoilus, clamouring ascendant of the hour, Will soon be fain to hide his hate, and bury up his bitterness for shame: Therefore mocking Momus, offended at the footsteps of Beauty, Shall win the prize of his presumption, and be hooted from his throne among the stars. For, as the shadow of a mountain lengtheneth before the setting sun, Until that screening Alp have darkened all the canton,-- So, Fame groweth to its great ones; their images loom longer in departing; But the shadow of mind is light, and earth is filled with its glory. And thou, student of the truth, commended to the praise of God, Wouldst thou find applause with men?--seek it not, nor shun it. Ancient fame is roofed in cedar, and her walls are marble; Modern fame lodgeth in a hut, a slight and temporary dwelling: Lay not up the treasures of thy soul within so damp a chamber, For the moth of detraction shall fret thy robe, and drop its eggs upon thy motive; Or the rust of disheartening reserve shall spoil the lustre of thy gold, Until its burnished beauty shall be dim as tarnished brass; Or thieves, breaking through to steal, shall claim thy jewelled thoughts, And turn to charge the theft on thee, a pilferer from them!