The Juvenile Orator

  You'd scarce expect one of my age   To speak in public, on the stage;   And if I chance to fall below   Demosthenes or Cicero,   Don't view me with a critic's eye,   But pass my imperfections by.   Large streams from little fountains flow;   Tall oaks from little acorns grow;   And though I now am small and young,   Of judgment weak, and feeble tongue,   Yet all great learned men like me    Once learned to read their A, B, C.   And why may not Columbia's soil   Rear men as great as Britain's isle,   Exceed what Greece and Rome have done,   Or any land beneath the sun?   May n't Massachusetts prove as great   As any other sister state?   Or, where's the town, go far or near,   That does not find a rival here?   Or, where 's the boy but three feet high   Who's made improvement more than I?   Those thoughts inspire my youthful mind   To be the greatest of mankind;   Great, not like Cæsar, stained with blood;   But only great, as I am good. DAVID EVERETT