WHOSO with patient and inquiring mind Would seek the stream of science to ascend, Must count the cost, and never hope to find Rest to his feet, or to his wanderings end. The faithless road doth ever onward tend, And clouds and darkness are its utmost bound: The sacred fount no human eye hath kenn'd, Though many a wight, beguiled by sight or sound, "Evpxa!" may exclaim; "I -- I the place have found." And, sooth to tell, it is a pleasant way Through sweet variety of lawn and wood, Mountain and vale, green pasture, forest gray And peopled town, and silent solitude; And many a point, at distance dimly view'd, For idle loiterers an unmeasured height, By persevering energy subdued, Rewards the bold adventurer with a sight Of undiscover'd worlds -- vast regions of delight. |