View not small things as vain,
Nor smile at simple triumphs; all things great,
Aye, e'en the purposes of God Himself,
Attain perfection only by degrees.
Therefore, aspiring to the highest ranks,
Be not too soon dismayed, nor quit the fight,
Deeming thy scanty services are vain.
'Tis nobler far to yield a feeble light,
Than mourning that thou canst not shine a sun,
And add unto the darkness: far more brave
To die courageously defending right
Than live its envied traitor. So be wise,
Draw from thy heart's full quiver, steadfastness.
And passing o'er distinction's vain applause,
Aim thou at Truth.