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He was the cause. My love, my fears for him,
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Thus far we're safe. Thanks to the rosy queen
By the young Trojan to his gilded bark
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HYMN TO IGNORANCE.
[This is supposed to have been written about the year 1712, the time
when Mr. Gray returned to Cambridge.]
HAIL, Horrors, hail! ye ever gloomy bowers,
Oh say, successful do'st thou still oppose
Oh say-she hears me not, but, careless grown,
Oh! sacred Age! Oh! Times for ever lost! (The Schoolman's glory, and the Churchman's