Thus dark, in error wrapt, long groan'd mankind,
Pleas'd with vain shews, and to oppression blind;
Till , dawning o'er the injur'd earth,
Clear'd some rank weeds, and gave true knowledge birth.
O! may we ever sanctify her fane!
And ne'er her hallow'd paths with slaughter stain;
Love of mankind, not novelty, be ours;
For general good may man exert his powers!