In wisdom’s chambers
Thou dost roam
Thou art the reason in me
O Thou dost roam and wake
Each lazy little cell of brain
To receive, to receive
The good that mind and senses give
The knowledge that Thou dost give.
Myself will think, myself will reason
I won’t trouble Thee for thought
But lead Thou when reason errs
To its goal lead it right.

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