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ARISTOTLE.
If aught of sterling wit, or natural worth,The heights of thought, or depths of various lore
That to the mind's own fountain gushing forth
Added all wealth as from an ocean store,
If these be honour, be that honour thine,
O human wonder, Intellect divine,
That spake of all things wisely,—taught aright
By nature's voice, and reason's inner sun,—
Still can we love thy not all human light,
And hail thy wisdom, heathen Solomon:
Another praise be thine, O Stagyrite,
For that the world's great winner, in thy school
His all of power, with all of knowledge, won,
Learning from thee to conquer and to rule.
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