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Fair Star of Science! Be thy light Auspicious to that Ancient Realm, Which gave so oft her men of might Wisely to guide the nation's helm;—

Nought but the savage war-whoop burst O'er this wide clime of moral night, Till from the western chaos first She raised her urn of trembling light;—

Rear 'neath thy domes a glorious race Their country's honour to protect, And on an everlasting base The fabric of her power erect;

Or, fired with eloquence sublime, The sinner's slumbering soul to wake, And bid it, ere the wreck of time, The harbour of salvation make;

Or, moved by pity to explore The ills that waste life's fleeting wealth, Toil through the languid frame to pour The balm of renovated health.

Nursed in thy halls of lore refined, May other Franklins spring to birth, And rule, with unpretending mind, The fires of Heaven, and lords of earth.*