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III—1.
The blooming wreath of rapturous praiseNow weave with varied skill, and conscious pride,
As when, near Pisa's laurell'd side,
The Theban wove the bays.
Of soul serene, and eye sublime,
Immortal Science, hail! to thee,
Bright with the precious spoils of time,
We yield the crown, we bend the willing knee;
To thee the Virtues all obedient rise,
And Truth unveils her face, and looks with smiling eyes.
III—2.
“Ye sons of Mirth, and sons of Care,“See me the bower of bliss prepare:
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“Near me shall bloom immortal flowers;
“Oh! hither, then, your erring courses bend;
“Soon near my side shall Care forget to grieve;
“Here Mirth's wild crew may haply find a friend;
“And pining Melancholy dare to live!”
III—3.
Thus Science spoke aloud—when, lo!By Fancy's eye was seen the sacred choir,
That taught with vivid glow
The canvas first to shine, that waked the melting lyre.
And round and round their Queen they move,
Symphonious to the voice of Love.
Nor did in vain the thrilling dart
Of Music pierce the captiv'd heart,
Till every discord died away,
As clouds before the solar ray.
Thro' the wide earth th' harmonic chords resound;
While Rapture lifts her voice, and Goodness smiles around.
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