In the fountain of eternal love,
Has eyes indeed; and viewing all she sees
As meant ot indicate a God to man,
Gives Him his praise, and forfeits not her own.
Learning has borne such fruit in other days
On all her branches: Piety has found
Friends in the friends of science, and true prayer
Has flow'd from lips wet with Castilian dews.
Such was thy wisdom, Newton, child-like sage!
Sagacious reader of the works of God,
And in word sagacious. Such, too, thine,
Milton, whose genius had angelic wings,
And fed on manna! And such thine, in whom
Our British Themis gloried with just cause,
Immortal Hale! for deep discernment praised,
And sound integrity, not more than famed
For sanctity of manners undefiled.
Isn't Theology the Mother of all Sciences because it puts Christ as the rightful Center?
Philosophy is now a bunch of gobblely gook because it has lost its truth. We have a lot to regain.