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275 As of a luck not quite legitimate,
Since fortune snatched from wit the lion's part?
That not academicians, but some lout,
And now, again, a hungry company
Of science, not from the philosophers, 285 Had won the brightest laurel of all time.
’T was always thus, and will be ; hand and head
And that the Jove, — yet, howsoever lid, 290 It was from Jove the other stole his fire,
And, without Jove, the good had never been.
And these instructed by their wisest too, 295 Who do the feat, and lift humanity.
Let not him mourn who best entitled was,
And water it with wine, nor watch askance 300 Whether thy sons or strangers eat the fruit :
Enough that mankind eat, and are refreshed
We flee away from cities, but we bring
But will we sacrifice our dear-bought lore
Or count the Sioux a match for Agassiz ?
Oh no, not we! Witness the shout that shook 310 Wild Tupper Lake; witness the mute all-hail
The joyful traveller gives, when on the verge
On the piano, played with master's hand. 315 “ Well done!” he cries: “ the bear is kept at bay
The lynx, the rattlesnake, the flood, the fire;
This wild plantation will suffice to chase. 320 Now speed the gay celerities of art,
What in the desert was impossible
Traditioned fame of masters, eager strife 325 Of keen competing youths, joined or alone
To outdo each other and extort applause.
330 The holidays were fruitful, but must end;
One August evening had a cooler breath;
Nay, letters found us in our paradise; 335 So in the gladness of the new event
We struck our camp, and left the happy hills.
The rivers gambolled onward to the sea, 340 And Nature the inscrutable and mute,
Permitted on her infinite repose