Thou hast felt not the love of wisdom’s pure joys,
Nor seen the bright sunshine, in mercy untold,
Unfolding a beauty more precious than gold;
For the clear stream of truth rolls sweetly along,
Like notes on the wave of the seraphim’s song:
The minds I behold, are the friends I admire,
And the love which I feel, my soul doth inspire:
The song I have heard, is a song known to me,
More welcome its notes than the flute’s dulcet key:
More wondrous the wisdom, disclos’d by the star,