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PHIDIAS TO PERICLES.

So the old crew are at their work again,
Spitting their venom-froth of calumny,
And Menon's is the voice that now gives cry,-
A poor weak tool for those who lurk behind,
His in the dark to prick him to their work;
For who so blind as not to recognize
The hand of Cleon, the coarse demagogue,
Who rails at all to gain a place himself;
And scurrilous Hermippus, and the rest
Of that mean pack we know so well of old?

You, Pericles, and I, do what we will,
Are guilty, both of us, of an offense
That envious natures never can forgive-
The great crime of success. If we were low
They would not heed us; but the praise of men
Lavished on us in Athens, right or wrong,

Rouses their anger. They must pull us down.
What can we hope for better than the fate
Of Anaxagoras, Miltiades,

Themistocles, or any, in a word,

Of those who in our Athens here have stood

In lofty places? It was crime enough

For Aristides to be called "The Just."

And yet some consolation lies in this:

'Tis at the tallest poppies that men strike;

'Tis at fruit-bearing trees that they throw stones.

Because we will not strike our hands in theirs,

Drink with them, haunt with them the market-place,

Use their low practices to court the rich,
Hint falsehoods, that we dare not frankly say,

Flatter and fawn for favors, sneer at all—
Even those we publicly profess our friends-

We are aristocrats forsooth; we lift

Our heads too high, we are too proud; a thing
Which is a shame for one in Athens born.
We should be hand and glove with everyone.
Well! let us own we are too proud, at least,
To court low company; too proud to rise
By any step that treads a brother down;
Too proud to stoop to defamating arts;
Too proud to sneer, to crawl, to cringe, to lie!
And if in Athens we select our friends,

Is this forbidden to a freeman here?
So, not content with throwing stones at you
My noble Pericles, they cast at me
Their evil scandals. 'Twas impiety
Because I wrought your figure and mine own
Upon Athena's shield; then, worse than this,
Our fair Aspasia they aspersed, and slurred
My honor and your own as well as hers.

There stands Athena, she whom Menon says
I did not make, being helped by better men,
Whose fame I thus defraud of their just rights
By claiming it as mine. What can one say
To such a paltry charge of petty fraud?

I scorn to answer it; nay, even they

Who make it know 'tis false as 'tis absurd.

Speak! my Athena; answer thou for me!
She will not speak, yet her silence speaks
More eloquent than any words of mine.
Look, Pericles! how calm and how unmoved
She stands and gazes at us; a half scorn
On those still lips at these poor jealousies,
These foolish bickerings and strifes of men.
"What mean you, that you make this wicked noise"
(She seems to say), "you creatures of an hour?