Holds sweet communion with the ages past.
Behold! the scholar now in honest pride!
Around him sleep the mystic tomes of years,
Books that the western world ne’er saw before—
The manuscripts of monks, ere printing gave
The world a channel to a sea of thought,
Where all might sail, and drink in raptures in
The spirit-waters, sparkling from their founts.
His tongue can speak more languages than fell
From human lips at Babel’s overthrow;