I.

By slow degrees, like rain-fraught breeze rising in time of dearth,

Whispers of Wisdom, far and wide, are muttering o'er the earth;

And lo! rough Reason's breath, that wafts strong human health to all,

Has blown aside the gates where Pride dozed in her feudal hall.

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