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HYMN TO IGNORANCE.
[ This is supposed to have been written about the year 1742, the time
when Mr. Gray returned to Cambridge.]
AIL, Horrors, hail! ye ever gloomy bowers,
successful do'st thou still oppose
Oh say-she hears me not, but, careless grown,
Oh! sacred Age! Oh! Times for ever lost! (The Schoolman's glory, and the Churchman's
For ever gone-yet still to Fancy new, Her rapid wings the transient scene pursue, And bring the buried ages back to view.
High on her car, behold the Grandam ride Like old Sesostris with barbaric pride; * * * * a team of harness'd monarchs bend
EDUCATION AND GOVERNMENT.
Πόταγ' δ γαθές των γαρ αοιδών
S sickly plants betray a niggard earth, Whose barren bosom starves her gen'rous birth, Nor genial warmth, nor genial juice retains, Their roots to feed, and fill their verdant veins:
* In a Note in his Roman History, Mr. Gibbon says, “ Instead of “ compiling Tables of Chronology and Natural History, why did not “ Mr. Gray apply the powers of his genius to finish the philosophic poem
of which he has left such an exquisite specimen?"
And as in climes, where Winter holds his reign,
This spacious animated scene survey,