How must fair Science now revive

How must fair Science now revive,
And Truth lift up her head,
When owls thus sing, and asses learn,
And wolves vouchsafe to read?

That birds and beasts in old times spoke,
We know from Æsop's page,
But never one essay'd to read ,
Till this enlightened age.

Thrice happy age above what has
In former ages been,
And blest the land, above all lands,
Where such rare sights are seen.

Philosophy shall surely now
Her blossoms wide expand,
And good old heathen wisdom shed
Her blessings o'er the land.

Long therefore may Minerva's bird
Possess unrivall'd fame,
And long may all the long-ear'd tribe
Their praises loud proclaim!

And O! that every " Scampering Wolf "
Would thus employ his time,
To " sport himself with paper scraps "
And snarl in harmless rhyme.
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