William Drummond - Poems: The First Part LII lyrics

Fame, who with golden pens abroad dost range Where Phoebus leaves the night, and brings the day; Fame, in one place who, restless, dost not stay Till thou hast flown from Atlas unto Gange; Fame, enemy to time that still doth change, And in his changing course would make decay What here below he findeth in his way, Even making virtue to herself look strange; Daughter of heaven, now all thy trumpets sound, Raise up thy head unto the highest sky, With wonder blaze the gifts in her are found; And when she from this mortal globe shall fly, In thy wide mouth keep long, long keep her name So thou by her, she by thee live shall, Fame.