Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A

Where London's Column, Pointing At The Skies, Like A Tall Bully, Lifts The Head, And Lies.

Now Warm In Love, Now With'ring In My Bloom Lost In A Convent's Solitary Gloom!

Trace Science, Then, With Modesty Thy Guide, First Strip Off All Her Equipage Of Pride, Deduct What Is But Vanity Or Dress, Or Learning's Luxury Or Idleness, Or Tricks, To Show The Stretch Of The Human Brain Mere Curious Pleasure Or Ingenious Pain.

Of All Affliction Taught A Lover Yet, 'tis True The Hardest Science To Forget.

A Gen'rous Heart Repairs A Sland'rous Tongue.