And treasures gleaned by silent thought.
Obscurity, and low born care,
Labor, and want—all adverse things,
Combined to bow thee to despair;
And of her young untutored wings
To rob thy genius. ’Twas in vain:
With one proud soar she burst her chain!
The beauties of the building spring;
The glories of the summer’s reign;
The russet autumn triumphing