To Science (Written in her thirteenth year.) Let others in false Pleasure's court be found, But may I ne'er be whirled the giddy round; Let me ascend with Genius' rapid flight, Till the fair hill of Science meets my sight. Blest with a pilot who my feet will guide, Direct my way, whene'er I step aside; May one bright ray of Science on me shine, And be the gift of learning ever mine. |
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