Classic Poem

Man, seated high on Learning's awful throne,
Thinks the fair realms of knowledge his alone;
But you, ye fair, his Salic Law disclaim:
Supreme in science shall the tyrant reign,
When every talent all-indulgent heaven
In lavish bounty to your share hath given?
With joy ineffable the Muse surveys
The orient beams of more resplendent days:
As on she raptured looks to future years,
What a bright throng to Fancy's view appears!
To them see Genius her best gifts impart,
And Science raise a throne in every heart!
One turns the moral, one th' historic page;
Another glows with all a Shakespeare's rage!
With matchless Newton now one soars on high,
Lost in the boundless wonders of the sky;
Another now, of curious mind, reveals
What treasures in her bowels Earth conceals;
Nature's minuter works attract her eyes;
Their laws, their powers, her deep research descries,
From sense abstracted, some, with arduous flight,
Explore the realms of intellectual light;
With unremitting study seek to find
How mind on matter, matter acts on mind:
Alike in nature, arts, and manners read,
In every path of knowledge, see they tread!
Whilst men, convinced of Female Talents, pay
To Female Worth the tributary lay.