What vaporous metals gild Orion's belt.
Angels, archangels may have yet to learn
Those hidden truths our heaven-taught eyes discern;
Yet vain is knowledge, with her mystic wand,
To pierce the cloudy screen and read beyond;
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Once to the silent stars the fates were known,
To us they tell no secrets but their own.
Three grave professions in their sons appear,
Whose words well studied all well pleased will hear;
Palfrey, ordained in varied walks to shine,
Statesman, historian, critic and divine;
Solid and square behold majestic Shaw,
A mass of wisdom and a mine of law;
Warren, whose arm the doughtiest warriors fear,
Asks of the startled crowd to lend its ear;
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The Stoics and St. Paul.
