For this hath Science searched, on weary wing,
By shore and sea—each mute and living thing!
Launched with Iberia’s pilot[28] from the steep,
To worlds unknown, and isles beyond the deep?
Or round the cope her living chariot driven,
And wheeled in triumph through the signs of Heaven?
Oh! star-eyed Science, hast thou wandered there,
To waft us home the message of despair?
Then bind the palm, thy sage’s brow to suit,
Of blasted leaf, and death-distilling fruit!