[Crowning her with the wreath.]
Beautiful words, and noble thoughts, are these,
Fine feelings, witty sayings, grace, and ease!
Mathematics. O thou dear child, since thou wert not afraid
Of my slow step, dark dress, and heavy tread,
To thy small hand entrust I now this light [gives lantern],
Through all the ages ever burning bright.
Clear thoughts be thine, and Truth shall keep the flame,
For from her altar at the first it came.
[Enter Joy and Service, quickly, hand in hand; in bright floating dresses, with wings. Joy with wreath of flowers, a star on her head and a wand; Service with Greek fillet, scattering flowers.]