Classic Poem

He who attempts too much success
And frets his destiny,
Shall like Napoleon find an isle
Or Ralston find a sea.

Yet in the loss of so much power
The generous world must weep,
As when some battlemented tower
Falls down a lofty steep.

Roll ocean on the golden gate
With thrice thy usual sound!
There's nothing left of mortal state
Like him that thou hast drowned.