Chapter IV

Thy power elates the student’s views;
The paths of science kindly strews
With never-fading flow’rs.
Depriv’d of thee, how lovers mourn
Dejected, restless and forlorn,
In unfrequented bow’rs!
Attending still on Hymen’s rites,
Thou decorates the chain;
Thy smile the sprightly maid invites
And lures the youthful swain;
Still easing, and pleasing,
When stern misfortune stares,
’Mid losses, and crosses,
Thou lightens all their cares.