
BY BERNARD BARTON 
Ir Superstition’s baneful art 
First gave thy mystic name, 
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Though lightly truth her flights may prize, | 
By wild vagary driven, | 
For once their blameless exercise 
May surely be forgiven. | 
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We roam the seas—give new-found isles 
Some king’s or conqueror’s name: 
We rear on ‘earth triumphant piles 
As meeds of earthly fame :-— 
We soar to heaven; and to outlive || 
Our life’s contracted span, 
the e glorious stars we give 
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She names of mortal man: 

