Ye that would drink at Learnings purest springs.
Forget your books awhile, and study things;
See Natures Volumes round you fair outspread,
Culled from her Library, too little read,
Each line from human pen may err, or cheat
In her's alone there cannot br deceit.
The records of weak man, her youngest born,
Which he calls true divine, she laughs to scorn,
And points in triumph to each pictured page
Rich with the history of amny an age;
That o'er this quick revolving earth had rolled,
"re ought had spring to life of human mould.
"Time was" she seems to say - "when thou wer't not;
"Time will be, when thy name shall be forgot,
"Though loftier minds shall surely hold thy place
"Bright'ning the features of another race,
"My bosom deathless, teeming, as tis vast,
"Shows each new birth more glorious than the last.
From the heading the above would appear to be in the handwriting of my Great Grandfather Augustus Bergh. F.R.B.
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