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A La Education (To Education)

This poem celebrates education as a goddess that leads nations and individuals to virtue, wisdom, and progress. It describes how education brings light that allows wisdom and hope to flourish. Wherever education's teachings take hold, vice and crime cower in her presence. Education heals societies by lighting the flame of life in places of misery and need. She also heals individuals by giving them noble aims and healing their hearts. Just as a lighthouse withstands storms, education's light cannot be diminished and guides even in the darkest of times.

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A La Education (To Education)

This poem celebrates education as a goddess that leads nations and individuals to virtue, wisdom, and progress. It describes how education brings light that allows wisdom and hope to flourish. Wherever education's teachings take hold, vice and crime cower in her presence. Education heals societies by lighting the flame of life in places of misery and need. She also heals individuals by giving them noble aims and healing their hearts. Just as a lighthouse withstands storms, education's light cannot be diminished and guides even in the darkest of times.

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A La Education ( To Education)

That Goddess of garnered ages that sows


For flowers of virtue perennial seeds,
As upward dispensing her light she goes,
Hand fast the fatherland, too, she leads.
The breath of her quickening summons she blows
Like winds that bear life to the blossomless meads,
And Wisdom along her pathway uprisings
And Hope is revived in new bourgeoning

Wherever her gleaming white throne may arise,


There with barred brow from the glance of her eyes,
Larger and luminous made with Truth;
Vice before her cowering lies,
Pallid and hurtles, with Crime the uncouth.
For she has a magic all potent to make
Wild nations tamest for her sweet sake.

Where misery sits in its darkness and need,


Behold her lighting the living flame;
She fetters the filching fingers of Greed,
Gives joy for sorrow and honor for shame.
Who takes to his heart her uttermost creed
Makes nobler his life and loftier his aim,
And hers is the cool and dexterous art
That heals the old hurts in the generous heart.
The lighthouse stands on the eternal rock
By the storm-harried seas oft beaten and battered;
The hurricane bellows, the mad waves shock
On its stirless walls they rise and are shattered.
So with this goddess it is, whose light
Ill cannot dim through the stormiest night.

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