Of Science

Our World's a splendid School; then shall we nod
Above her Book, or learn the Laws of God?

His Art or Science crowns the Happy One
Who finds a Use for what Men thought had None.

T HE Men that move the World, are they that try
To learn the true " Because " of every " Why. "

T HE Poison Weeds and Tares that Earth produces
Are changed to Blessings when we learn their Uses.

T HERE is no Height that Man shall fail to climb,
No Task he cannot do, with Toil and Time.
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