Typo: A Monthly Newspaper and Literary Review, Volume 1
The pen is simple, yet sublime!
It writes its story on the page,
And sends it down the stream of time
In statesmen's lore—in minstrel's rhyme—
As echoes of the passing age.
It too has power to crown a king,
And uncrown kings in realms of earth!
By lifted finger it can bring
A word to silence, or to sing
An anthem of immortal birth.
The lustre of the sword is dim
Beside the lustre of the pen;
The mountain's crown, the ocean's rim,
Echo the universal hymn
That lifts it highest among men.