In guiding hands and stirring torpid brains;

He whose proud mind from pole to pole will move,

And view the wonders of the worlds above;

Who thinks and reasons strongly—hard his fate,

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Confined for ever to the pen and slate.

True, he submits, and when the long dull day

Has slowly pass'd, in weary tasks, away,

To other worlds with cheerful view he looks,

And parts the night between repose and books.