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SCIENCE.
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Onward thou movest on thy tireless wing,
Through air and sea to Earth’s remotest shore,
And givest a name to every living thing,
The beast, the bird, the insect or the flower,
The jewel of the mine, the sparkling ore.
Thou knowest the mysteries of the unseen air;
Thou lightest the caverns of the deep, whose floor
Yields to thy hand its pearls and treasures rare,
And every tinted shell that breathes its music there.

Now on the bosom of the swelling flood
That clasps the earth, and by whose wave-worn side
In ages past our trembling fathers stood,
Nor dared to breast the deep and trackless tide,
Our floating palaces majestic ride,
Their canvas whitening every foreign strand;
For thou, oh Science, thou art there our guide—
Like that bright pillar reared at God’s command,
To light his wandering sons through Egypt’s desert land.

And by the radiance of that heavenly light
Now man may mark the wandering comet’s way,
Measure the swiftness of the sunbeam’s flight,
Command the elements and they obey.