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,
Learnt, 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
The heavy hand of all-destroying Time,
Through whose low mouldering isles now sighs the blast,