When Athens was for Arts and Arms renown'd, <br />Olympic Wreaths uncommon Merit crown'd. <br />These slight Distinctions from the Learn'd and Wise, <br />Convey'd eternal Honour with the Prize: <br />'Twas this, the gen'rous Love of Fame inspir'd, <br />And Grecian Breasts with noblest Ardor fir'd. <br /> <br />For like Rewards like Judges we implore: <br />Immortal Fame, with Grecian Arts, restore: <br />Our growing Merit with Indulgence view; <br />And sure you'll favour what distinguish'd you. <br /> <br />Leave Ignorance and Sloth to Scorn and Shame; <br />But crown the Worthy with immortal Fame; <br />And Fame, conferr'd by you, can never fail: <br />What Men have purchas'd, they of Right entail.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/written-for-my-son/
