" . . . On dastards, dead to fame,
I waste no anger, for they feel no shame,
But you, the pride, the flower of all our host,
My heart weeps blood, to see your glory lost."
Nor deem the exhortation impertinent, and the danger groundless:
"For lo! the fated time, th' appointed shore,
Hark, the gates burst, the brazen barriers roar."
Impetuous ignorance is thundering at the bulwarks of philosophy and her sacred retreats are in danger of being demolished, through our feeble resistance. Rise then, my friends, and the victory will be ours. The foe is indeed numerous, but at the same time feeble; and the weapons of truth in the hands of vigorous union, descend with irresistible force, and are fatal wherever they fall.
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[Transcriber's Notes: I have made minor changes to the punctuation and the format of the notes. I have also made the following spelling changes:
"powerfully attacts" to "powerfully attracts"
"converses only with plantoms" to "converses only with phantoms">[