He that has loyally served the State
Whereof he found himself a
part,
Or spent his life-blood to create
A kingdom’s treasure
in his art;
Who sees the enemies of his land
Applauded, by her sects and
schools;
And the high thought they scarce had scanned
Derided and befogged by fools;
O, Emperor of the Stoic clan,
Enfold him, then, with nobler
pride.
Teach him that nought can hurt a man
Who will not turn or stoop
to chide.
Can falsehood kindle or bedim
One bay-leaf in his quiet
crown?
Ten thousand Lies may pluck at him,
But only Truth can tear him
down.
Why should he heed the thing they say?
They never asked if it were
true.
Why brush one scribbler’s tale away
For others to invent a new?
No, let him search his heart, secure
-If Truth be there-from
tongue or pen;
And teach us, Emperor, to endure,
To think like Romans and like
men.