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Thee, Camus, reverend renown
Thy grateful votaries seek,
Foil'd are the Vandals who'd "send down"
The Genius of Greek.
For Culture's jewell'd master-key
They cupboard pick-locks tend,
And in the cult of Mammon see
Learning's true aim and end;
Pit shallow youth's impatient fuss
Against the grit of CATO,
Set IBSEN up for AESCHYLUS,
And OLLENDORFF for PLATO;
For songs august of heroes sung,
And epic hosts embattled,
Enforce some pidgin-Latin tongue
By every waiter prattled;
For nymphs, where o'er the fragrant pines
A sea-bright sun uprises,
Their fancy plays round primmest lines
Of prigs receiving prizes.
From Sir JOHN CHEKE to Dr. JEBB,
From CALVERLEY to MILTON,
Clear spirits burst the Sophist-web,
And rent the rook they built on.
WELLDON is falsely named in this,
For sure, in slighting Greek, he
Will Learning's final blessing miss,
Her [Greek: kalos pepoieke].
What though the urchin deem it "rot"
(Such hasty views we stoop'd to,
Not seeing how on earth they got
_Tetummenos_ from _Tupto_)
Still let us learn, not beastly facts,
The field of any booby,
But how thought acts and interacts,
And contraries can true be.
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