TO THE READER Their minds to guage, the olden sage That thoughtless time outgrown, the prime So passed the night; then rose the light, But, goodly sight! a shaft of white; Thus Wisdom's work was well begun. The wise ones came, not seeking fame Since humble service pleased them best: In Wisdom's name all else were shame— They lived their lives, and men were blest. Ere Palestine, that chosen line Gave golden precepts to their race: Those precepts shine with light divine, And in the heart hold hallowed place. To all aware, the times prepare For things of Wisdom unrevealed: |