Uneven path to Zion’s holy hill,
Which else had been to mortals darken’d still,
Or fires the magazine so full of things
Combustible—man’s unregenerate will.
Knowledge gives pain or joy. To earth it clings,
Or to the highest Heaven it soars with eagle wings.
XI.
My brother’s gifted mind was furnish’d well
With earthly knowledge, and with heavenly.
I’ve often seen, as words of wisdom fell