What wondrous truths within thy lids are told!
And yet, when only Truth we partly learn,
We see that it was taught by prophets old.
Then why should wethy sacred precepts spurn?
How oft with darts of scorn and hate arrayed,
We sought to pierce thy loving author through;
But then, as in the days of Christ, she prayed—
"Father, forgive, they know not what they do.'
Thou hast proved false the prophecy of men,
Who prophesied that thou wouldst ne'er be read;
They did not know what power the magic Pen
Could wield, when for the living, not the dead.
