_Early Death And Fame._

For him who must see many years, I praise the life which slips away Out of the light, and mutely; which avoids Fame, and her less fair followers, envy, strife, Stupid detraction, jealousy, cabal, Insincere praises; which descends The quiet mossy track to age.

But when immature death Beckons too early the guest From the half-tried banquet of life, Young, in the bloom of his days; Leaves no leisure to press, Slow and surely, the sweets Of a tranquil life in the shade,-- Fuller for him be the hours! Give him emotion, though pain! Let him live, let him feel, I have lived. Heap up his moments with life! Triple his pulses with fame!