Classic Poem

I.

Too long do the mazes of ignorance hide
The hovels where poverty's children reside,
And truth to the wealthy disclosing her store,
Has past by and forgotten the huts of the poor.

II.

Oh! why should those treasures to others revealed,
From the lowly lodged peasant alone be concealed,
And wisdom enchanting the great with her lore,
Despise and be banished the huts of the poor.

III.

The heavens o'er their heads are extended as fair,
The rill ripples round as pellucid and clear,
And the sun that enlivens the monarch's proud door
Shines as cheerful and bright on the huts of the poor.

IV.

But the day is arriving when science shall reign,
From the prince to the peer, from the peer to the swain,
When her fame shall be blazoned from shore unto shore,
From the halls of the proud to the huts of the poor.