Thou hast not paused e’en o’er their tombs
To give their mighty spirits greeting;
But onward still with untired wing,
Regardless thou ’rt thy flight pursuing,
Unseen, alas! till thou art past,
While o’er our heads thy snows thou ’rt strewing.
Oh! vainly may poor mortals strive
With learned lore of school and college;
Their books may teach us wisdom’s rules,
But thou alone canst teach us knowledge.