To Eliza; With A Pocket-Book

THE Human Soul, Philosophers have taught,
Ere yet inform'd with Learning, and with thought,
Is like this empty book, and open lies
To each impression from the fool or wise;
That all depends on Education's plan,
And they who train the Infant form the Man:
Thus shall these leaves, which in another's pow'r,
Might mark the lapse of many a vicious hour,
O, happy lot! to Virtue's hand consign'd,
Reflect the image of a God-like mind.
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