Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1868-06-17

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We copy from book TX the following
GREAT MAN.
That man is great and he alone,
Who serves greatness not his own,
For neither praise nor pelf:
Content to know, and be unknown:
Whole in himself.
Strong Is that man, he only strong,
To those well-ordered viii belong,
For service and delight,
All powers that, in the face of Wrong.
Establish Right
And free he is, and only he,
Who, from his tyrant passions free,
By Fortune undismayed,
Hath power upon himself, to be
By himself obeyed.
If such man there be, whereer
Beneath the sun and moon he fare,
He cannot fare amiss.
Great Nature hath him in her care
Her cause Is his:
Who holds by everlasting law
Which neither chance nor change can flaw
Whose steadfast course is one
With whatsoever forces draw
Tne ages on:
Who hath not bowed his honest head
To base Occasion: nor, in dread
OF Duty, summed her eye:
Nor truckled to loud times: nor wed
His heart to a lie:
Nor feared to follow, in the onense
OF false opinion, his own sense
OF justice unsubdued:
Nor shrunk from any consequence
OF doing good.
He looks his Angel IN the face
Whom naught disgraceful done
Disgraces. Who knows nothing base
Fears nothing known.
Not morseled out from day to day
In feverish wishes, nor the prey
OF hours that have no plan,
His life IS whole, to give away
To God and man.
For though he live aIoof from ken,
The worlds unwitnessed denizen,
The love within him stirs
Abroad and with the hearts of men
His own cOufers:
The judge upon the justice-seat;
The brown-backed beggar i'll the street;
The spinner in the sun;
The reapers reaping in the wheat;
The wan-cheeked nun
In cloister cold the prisoner lean
In Hghtless den; the robed Queen;
Even the youth who waits,
Hiding the knife, to glide unseen
Between the gates; -
He nothing human alien deems
Unto himself, nor disesteems
Mans meanest claim upon him;
Drop blessings on him;
Because they know him Natures friend,
On whom she doth delight to tend
With loving kindness ever,
Helping and heartening to the end
His high endeavor.
Therefore, though mortal made, he can
Work miracles The uncommon man
Leaves nothing commonplace.
He as the marvellous. To span
The abyss Of space.
The orb Of time is his by faith,
And his, whilst breathing human breath.
To taste, before he dies,
The deep eventual calm of death.
Lies latest prize.
II such man there be, where'er
Beneath the sun and moon ne fare,
He doth not fare alone.
He gOeth girt with cohorts, powers,
The monarch of his manful hours,
Whose minds his throne.
He owes no homage to the sun;
There's nothing he need seek or shun;
All things are his by right;
He Is his own posterlty;
His future in himself doth lie;
His souls his light
Lord of lofty life is he,
Loflily living, though he be
OF Iowly birth; though poor,
He lacks not wealth; nor high degree
In state obscure.
The merely great are, all in all,
No more than what the merely email
Neither conferred, nor can recall,
This mans dominion.