The hollow-sounding trump of fame May never magnify your name, Nor even in the small renown Of any close-encircled town May men exalt your praises high To fill a little, local sky. But evermore and evermore, To Time's remotest, firmest shore, Though all the storms of life may beat, Your fame will find a safe retreat, A haven sure and undefiled, Within the memory of your child. Ah, let it be your constant care That this your fame may all be fair, That only what is kind and wise Your child may thus immortalize, And carry through eternity The parent you would like to be! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE INFLATION OF THE CURRENCY, 1919 by ROBERT FROST THE FLAME LIGHTS UP by DAVID IGNATOW SPRINGTIME by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 8 by JAMES JOYCE ADELAIDE AND JOHN WILKES BOOTH by EDGAR LEE MASTERS NOTHING WILL CURE THE SICK LION BUT TO EAT AN APE' by MARIANNE MOORE IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE |