Were earth made Heaven by human wit,

Some wild star yet might shatter it.’

2. ‘The wings of Fancy are but frail,

And Virtue’s without Wisdom weak;

Better than Falsehood’s flowery vale,

The Truth, however bleak.

Tho’ she may bless not nor redeem,

The Truth is true, and reigns supreme.’

1. ‘Not all, but few, can plead and prove

And crown their brows with Truth and pass;

Their little labours cannot move

The mountain’s mighty mass.

To man in vain the Truth appeals,

Or Heav’n ordains, or Art reveals.’

2. ‘So self-consuming thought. But see

The standards of Advance unfurl’d;

The buds are breaking on the lea,

And Spring strikes thro’ the world.

Tho’ we may never reach the Peak,

God gave this great commandment, Seek.’

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