This is man’s province, this his highest praise.
To this great end keen Instinct stings him on.
To guide that instinct, Reason! is thy charge; 450
’Tis thine to tell us where true treasure lies:
But, Reason failing to discharge her trust,
Or to the deaf discharging it in vain,
A blunder follows; and blind Industry,
Gall’d by the spur, but stranger to the course
(The course where stakes of more than gold are won),
O’erloading, with the cares of distant age,