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Led by thy light, and by thy wisdom wise.
There are, to whom (their taste such pleasures cloy)
No light thy wisdom yields, thy wit no joy.
Peace to their heavy heads, and callous hearts,
Peace—such as sloth, as ignorance imparts!
Pleas’d may they live to plan their country’s good,
And crop with calm content their flow’ry food!
What though thy venturous spirit loved to urge
The labouring theme to Reason’s utmost verge,