A Century of Parody and Imitation

by Unknown

How Learning doth in rugged states abide,

And, like her bashful owl, obscurely blink,

In pensive glooms and corners, scarcely spied;

Not, as in Founders' Halls and domes of pride,

Served with grave homage, like a tragic queen,

But with one lonely priest compell'd to hide,

In midst of foggy moors and mosses green,

In that clay cabin hight the College of Kilreen!

II.

This College looketh South and West alsoe,