Like holy incense, charmed the evening air.
Though they, each tome of human lore unknown,
The brilliant path of science never trod,
The sacred volume claimed their hearts alone,
Which taught the way to glory and to God.
Here they from truth’s eternal fountain drew
The pure and gladdening waters, day by day;
Learned, since our days are evil, fleet, and few,
To walk in Wisdom’s bright and peaceful way.
In yon lone pile o’er which hath sternly passed