L. 'Twas from Philosophy man learned to tame 'The soil, by plenty to intemperance fed. 'Lo, from the echoing axe, and thundering flame, 'Poison, and plague, and yelling rage, are fled. 'The waters, bursting from their slimy bed, 'Bring health and melody to every vale: 'And, from the breezy main, and mountain's head, 'Ceres and Flora, to the sunny dale, 'To fan their glowing charms, invite the fluttering gale. LI. 'What dire necessities, on every hand, 'Our art, our strength, our fortitude, require! 'Of foes intestine, what a numerous band 'Against this little throb of life conspire! 'Yet Science can elude their fatal ire 'Awhile, and turn aside Death's levelled dart, 'Sooth the sharp pang, allay the fever's fire, 'And brace the nerves once more, and cheer the heart, 'And yet a few soft nights and balmy days impart. LII. 'Nor less to regulate man's moral frame 'Science exerts her all-composing sway. 'Flutters thy breast with fear, or pants for fame, 'Or pines, to indolence and spleen a prey, 'Or avarice, a fiend more fierce than they? 'Flee to the shade of Academus' grove; 'Where cares molest not, discord melts away 'In harmony, and the pure passions prove, 'How sweet the words of truth, breathed from the lips of Love. LIII. 'What cannot Art and Industry perform, 'When Science plans the progress of their toil! 'They smile at penury, disease, and storm; 'And oceans from their mighty mounds recoil. 'When tyrants scourge, or demagogues embroil 'A land, or when the rabble's headlong rage 'Order transforms to anarchy and spoil, 'Deep-versed in man, the philosophic Sage 'Prepares, with lenient hand, their phrenzy to assuage. LIV. ''Tis he alone, whose comprehensive mind, 'From situation, temper, soil, and clime 'Explored, a nation's various powers can bind, 'And various orders, in one form sublime 'Of polity, that, midst the wrecks of time, 'Secure shall lift its head on high, nor fear 'The assault of foreign or domestic crime, 'While public Faith, and public Love sincere, 'And Industry and Law maintain their sway severe.' LV. Enraptured by the Hermit's strain, the Youth Proceeds the path of science to explore. And now, expanding to the beams of truth, New energies, and charms unknown before, His mind discloses: Fancy now no more Wantons on fickle pinion through the skies; But, fixed in aim, and conscious of her power, Sublime from cause to cause exults to rise, Creation's blended stores arranging as she flies. LVI.