The Philosopher HIS wheel of logic whirled and spun all day; All day he held his system, grinding it Finer and finer, till 't was fined away. But the chance sparks of sense and mother-wit, Flung out, as that wheel-logic spun and whirled, Kindled the nations, and lit up the world. |
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