TIROCINIUM. Ir is not from his form, in which we trace That form indeed, th' associate of a mind That form, the labour of almighty skill, For her the Mem'ry fills her ample page With truths pour'd down from ev'ry distant age; For her amasses an unbounded store, The wisdom of great nations, now no more; Though laden, not encumber'd with her spoil; When copiously supplied, then most enlarg'd; For her the Fancy, roving unconfin'd, The present muse of ev'ry pensive mind, 20 For her the Judgment, umpire in the strife, Quick-sighted arbiter of good and ill, Appointed sage preceptor to the Will, Condemns, approves, and with a faithful voice Guides the decision of a doubtful choice. 31 Why did the fiat of a God give birth To yon fair Sun, and his attendant Earth? And crown'd it with the majesty of man. 50 Thus form'd, thus plac'd, intelligent, and taught, Look where he will, the wonders God has wrought, |