Lone Founts
Though fast youth's glorious fable flies,View not the world with worldling's eyes;Nor turn with weather of the time.Foreclose the coming of surprise:Stand where Posterity shall stand;Stand where the Ancients stood before,And, dipping in lone founts thy hand,Drink of the never-varying lore:Wise once, and wise thence evermore.
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