HYMN TO IGNORANCE.'

A FRAGMENT.

AIL, horrors, hail! ye ever gloomy bowers,
Ye gothic fanes, and antiquated towers,
Where rushy Camus' flowly-winding flood

Perpetual draws his humid train of mud:

Glad I revifit thy neglected reign,

Oh take me to thy peaceful fhade again.

But chiefly thee, whose influence breathed from high
Augments the native darkness of the sky;

Ah, ignorance! foft falutary power!
Proftrate with filial reverence I adore.
Thrice hath Hyperion roll'd his annual race,
Since weeping I forfook thy fond embrace.
Oh fay, fuccessful doft thou still oppose
Thy leaden ægis 'gainst our ancient foes?

Still ftretch, tenacious of thy right divine,
The maffy fceptre o'er thy flumb'ring line?
And dews Lethean through the land dispense
To steep in flumbers each benighted sense?
If any spark of wit's delufive ray

Break out, and flash a momentary day,

With damp, cold touch forbid it to aspire, in fogs the dang'rous fire.

And huddle

up

Oh fay-she hears me not, but, careless grown,
Lethargic nods upon her ebon throne.
Goddess! awake, arife! alas, my fears!

Can powers immortal feel the force of years?
Not thus of old, with enfigns wide unfurl'd,
She rode triumphant o'er the vanquish'd world;
Fierce nations own'd her unrefifted might,
And all was ignorance, and all was night.

Oh! facred age! Oh! times for ever lost ! (The schoolman's glory, and the churchman's boast.) For ever gone-yet still to fancy new,

Her rapid wings the tranfient scene pursue,

And bring the buried ages back to view.

High on her car, behold the grandam ride Like old Sefoftris with barbaric pride;

* * * a team of harnefs'd monarchs bend

THE ALLIANCE OF

EDUCATION AND GOVERNMENT.

A FRAGMENT.

ESSAY I.

Πόταγ ̓, ὦ γαθέ· τὰν γὰρ ἀοιδὰν

Οὔτι πα εἰς Αἴδαν γε τὸν ἐκλελάθοντα φυλαξεῖς.

THEOCRITUS, Id. i. 63.

S fickly plants betray a niggard earth,

Whose barren bofom ftarves her generous

birth,

Nor genial warmth, nor genial juice retains, Their roots to feed, and fill their verdant veins : And as in climes, where winter holds his reign, The foil, though fertile, will not teem in vain, Forbids her gems to fwell, her fhades to rise, Nor trufts her bloffoms to the churlish skies: So draw mankind in vain the vital airs,

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