My verse may share both great and little worth,
Its theme sublime—I lowlier than the earth.
A father’s virtues shall it far proclaim
And vaunt the glory of a brother’s fame:
He, touchstone of all wisdom, who inspires
My strain with sweetness that a world admires;
If through a riper age, I pass him by,
In merit, centuries between us lie.
What though the branching savin taller grows,
What gardener mates its beauty with the rose?