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PP-P.772.050
20 Jul 1772:12 (39 Supplement)
SCIENCE. AN IRREGULAR ODE.
Science! the source of all our earthly joys--
The blooming bud of hope; that negligence destroys!
Celestial muse! descend and sing!
Faintly tune the warbling lyre;
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The Muses now merrily dance on the ground,
And the hills and the vallies all echo around,
For science in rapture, by silence is crown'd.
Hark, o'er the grove! at distance I hear
The harp of reason sounding in my ear:
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[signed] R.
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