Round Learning's brink!
Such wondrous titles ne'er were heard
In all the mythologic lore!
We'll drape in gloom of Stygian shore
All held as truth; and at our word
Darkness, in cloak of Light, shall soar
To Reason's throne!
Then, when this wheeling globe is ours,
We'll send God forth a wand'ring myth
Void, and bereft of son, or kith: