[Fame.]

III. 102.

Blessed who to himself has kept His creation highest of the soul, And from his fellows as from the graves Expected not appreciation! Blessed he who in silence sang And the crown of fame not wearing, By mob despised and forgotten, Forsaken nameless has the world! Deceiver greater than dreams of hope, What is fame? The adorer's whisper? Or the boor's persecution? Or the rapture of the fool?

1824.

THE ANGEL.

IV. 108.

At the gates of Eden a tender angel With drooping head was shining; A demon gloomy and rebellious Over hell's abyss was flying.

The Spirit of Denial, the Spirit of Doubt The Spirit of Purity espied; And a tender warmth unwittingly Now first to know it learned he.

Adieu, he spake, thee I saw: Not in vain hast thou shone before me; Not all in the world have I hated, Not all in the world have I scorned.

1827.