On vulgar lads he wastes superior parts.
Alas! what grief that feeling mind sustains,
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,
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,