When Faustus, by celestial skill,
Found means to multiply at will,
Those silent heralds of the kind,
Which give ubiquity to mind,—
Explored that Art, which brings to view,
All that we know—our father’s knew,—
And which developes every hour
That knowledge, which results in power,—
That Art, which gives to man’s control
Celestial treasures of the soul,