XIII. Addressed to Haydon: XIII. Addressed to Haydon

HIGHMINDEDNESS, 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 mong�ling, pitiable brood.
How glorious this affection for the cause
Of stedfast genius, toiling gallantly!
What when a stout unbending champion awes
Envy, and Malice to their native sty?
Unnumber�d souls breathe out a still applause,
Proud to behold him in his country�s eye.