📔 Ode on Science

Come, fairest princess of the throng, / Bring sweet philosophy along, / In metaphysick dreams; / While raptur'd bards no more behold / A vernal age of purer gold, / In Heliconian streams.

O, heavenly born! in deepest dells / If fairest science ever dwells / Beneath the mossy cave; / Indulge the verdure of the woods, / With azure beauty gild the floods, / And flowery carpets lave.

For, melancholy ever reigns / Delighted in the sylvan scenes / With scientifick light; / While Dian, huntress of the vales, / Seeks lulling sounds and fanning gales, / Though wrapt from mortal sight.