But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page,

Rich with the spoils of time, did ne'er unroll;[384:2]

Chill penury repress'd their noble rage,

And froze the genial current of the soul.

Elegy in a Country Churchyard. Stanza 13.

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Full many a gem of purest ray serene

The dark unfathom'd caves of ocean bear;

Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,

And waste its sweetness on the desert air.[385:1]