To Science
By Lucretia Maria Davidson
Let others in false Pleasure’s court be found,
But may I ne’er be whirled the giddy round;
Let me ascend with Genius’ rapid flight,
Till the fair hill of Science meets my sight.
Blest with a pilot who my feet will guide,
Direct my way, whene’er I step aside;
May one bright ray of Science on me shine,
And be the gift of learning ever mine.
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