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EDUCATION.
Soul without knowledge,—world without a Sun,Torpid and loveless as an Arctic night,—
How changed shall all things be to thee, when Light
Bursts on thy desolation, startled one:
So in the tropics doth the Morning Gun
Welcome, from utter dark, the sudden day
Escaped as from Death's prison, drear and dun,
To glitter, god-like, on his burning way!
Yea, Soul, look hitherward: tho' dull and blind,
And heretofore more dead than tongue can say,
Thine eye may yet have grace to catch a ray,
Whose lightning touch shall kindle up the Mind,
And speed the Heart that happiest course to run,—
The race of doing good to all mankind.
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