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Around his placid temples curled;
And Shakespear at his side—a freight,
If clay could think and mind were weight,
For him who bore the world!
Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of thy travel, joy!
And Shakespear at his side—a freight,
If clay could think and mind were weight,
For him who bore the world!
Hope be thy guide, adventurous Boy;
The wages of thy travel, joy!
2.
But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Tho' serving sage philosophy)
Wilt ramble over hill and dale,
A Vender of the well-wrought Scale
Whose sentient tube instructs to time
A purpose to a fickle clime:
Whether thou chuse this useful part,
Or minister to finer art,
Tho' robbed of many a cherish'd dream,
And crossed by many a shatter'd scheme,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see
In the proud Isle of liberty!
But thou, perhaps, (alert and free
Tho' serving sage philosophy)
Wilt ramble over hill and dale,
A Vender of the well-wrought Scale
Whose sentient tube instructs to time
A purpose to a fickle clime:
Whether thou chuse this useful part,
Or minister to finer art,
Tho' robbed of many a cherish'd dream,
And crossed by many a shatter'd scheme,
What stirring wonders wilt thou see
In the proud Isle of liberty!
