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Tis yours to tell what endless fame
This all-consuming sword may claim.

And canst thou, fell destroyer, dare
My pure umblemish'd rights to share!
Learn thy contracted sphere to scan;
If strength were pow'r, then what were man?
The elephant had rul'd the world,
And monarchs from their thrones had hurl'd.
'Tis mind, 'tis reason's sov'reign sway,
That nations own, and states obey.

And what art thou? and what am I?
The globe shall hear the proud reply.—
Me, science, wisdom, virtue claim,
And gain a never-ending fame.
Through me, the eloquence, that dies
Fast as the fleeting shadow flies,