AIR LAST.
[THO' Learning, with her classic train]
[I]
THO' Learning, with her classic train
Of art, and scientific skill,
The pomp of Wisdom's praise obtain,
Let Folly claim but your good will.
II
The heart, not head, 's my social seat,
Where honest Sympathy attends;
Proud Reason scorns me, when we meet,
But grateful Mirth and I are friends.
III
Wheree'er I come, I drive old Care,
Nor strive to ransack ev'ry tome;
Come high, come low, all strait appear,
And feast at Folly's harvest home.
CHORUS.
Come high, come low, all strait appear,
And feast at Folly's harvest home.
