ON THE ESTABLISHMENT OF SCHOOLS IN AFRICA.
Spirit of Science! who so long
Expatriate from thy native sphere,
Hast traced no line, and breathed no song,
That dark, deserted land to cheer—
Spirit of Power! who lotus-crowned
Didst reign 'mid Egypt's temples proud,
But in oblivion's slumbers drowned
'Neath the drear pyramids hast bowed—
Spirit of Piety! who nursed
Of old, amid that sultry clime
Oft from Tertullian's musing burst,
Or martyred Cyprian's page sublime,
Again ye wake, ye thrill the soul,
Your resurrection morn appears,
Ye pour your language o'er the scroll
Which Afric scans through raptured tears;
Wide may your hallowed wings expand
From shore to shore, from wave to wave,
Till distant realms shall stretch the hand
To strike the fetter from the slave—
