With their own thoughts, and manners like their own.
At her old house, her dress, her air the same,
I see mine ancient Letter-loving dame:
“Learning, my child,” said she “shall fame command;
Learning is better worth than house or land -
For houses perish, lands are gone and spent;
In learning then excel, for that’s most excellent.”
“And what her learning?” ’Tis with awe to look
In every verse throughout one sacred book;
From this her joy, her hope, her peace is sought;