Not on the wings of popular applause,
But through dependence on the sacred laws
Framed in the schools where Wisdom dwelt retired,
Meek Wisdom tracing with a steady hand
The path which she alone hath scann'd—
The ideal path of right—
More fair than heaven's broad causeway paved with stars,
Which Dion learned to gaze on with delight;—
But he hath overleap'd the eternal bars,
And following guides whose craft holds no consent