George Frederick Cameron - Wisdom

Wisdom immortal from immortal Jove
Shadows more beauty with her virgin brows
Than is between the virgin breasts of Love
Who makes at will and breaks her random vows,
And hath a name all earthly names above:
The noblest are her offspring; she controls
The time and seasons-yea, all things that are-
The heads and hands of men, their hearts and souls,
And all that moves upon our mother star,
And all that pauses 'twixt the peaceful poles.
Nor is she dark and distant, coy and cold-
But all in all to all who seek her shrine
In utter truth, like to that king of old
Who wooed and won-yet by no right divine.

George Frederick Cameron

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