Creeps on the ground from careless oversight,
Needing a friendly hand to train it right!
Then let the tree of knowledge flourish near,
To give the clinging vine support, and bright
Will be the clustering flowers that vine will bear,
And rich reviving fruit, man’s drooping heart to cheer.
X.
“Knowledge is power.” ’Tis a trite remark,
But true. ’Tis power for good or ill;
With ever bright’ning flame it lights the dark