WOMAN AND FAME.
BY MRS. HEMANS.
Happy—happier far than thou,
With the laurel on thy brow;
She that makes the humblest hearth,
Lovely but to one on earth.
Thou hast a charmed cup, O Fame!
A draught that mantles high,
And seems to lift this earthly frame
Above mortality.
Away! to me—a woman—bring
Sweet waters from affection's spring.
Thou hast green laurel-leaves that twine
Into so proud a wreath;
For that resplendent gift of thine,
Heroes have smiled in death.
Give me from some kind hand a flower,
The record of one happy hour!
