High-Mindedness, A Jealousy For Good, A Loving-Kindness For The Great Man'S Fame, Dwells Here And There With People Of No Name, In Noisome Alley, And In Pathless Wood: And Where We Think The Truth Least Understood, Oft May Be Found A "Singleness Of Aim," That Ought To Frighten Into Hooded Shame A Money-Mongering, Pitiable Brood. How Glorious This Affection For The Cause Of Steadfast Genius, Toiling Gallantly! What When A Stout Unbending Champion Awes Envy And Malice To Their Native Sty? Unnumbered Souls Breathe Out A Still Applause, Proud To Behold Him In His Country'S Eye.