Classic Poem

Thy sacred academe above
Of Doctors, whose pains have unclasped, and taught
Both books of life to us (for love
To know thy Scriptures tells us, we are wrought
In thy other book) pray for us there
That what they have misdone
Or mis-said, we to that may not adhere;
Their zeal may be our sin. Lord let us run
Mean ways, and call them stars, but not the sun.