Perish'd the wise. Light came; how fares the sage?

There's no abatement of the bigot's rage.

Still as the wise man bled, he bleeds again.

Sophists prepared for Socrates the bowl—

And Christians drove the steel through Rousseau's soul—

Rousseau who strove to render Christians—men.


FORTUNE AND WISDOM.

In a quarrel with her lover

To Wisdom Fortune flew;