'T IS Wisdom's earnest cry;
Wisdom, the voice of God,
To young and old, the low and high,
Utters his will abroad.

Within the human breast,
Her strong monitions plead.
She thunders her divine protest,
Against th' unrighteous deed.

Within the holy place
She calls, with open arms;
“How long ye fools will you embrace
“Folly's deceiving charms.

“The race of man I love,
“In mercy I chastise,
“Severely faithful I reprove;
“Hear, mortals, and be wise.

“My house, a royal pile,
“Invites you through its gate.
“O leave the wilds of sin and guile,
“And enter; ere too late.

“My joys, unsensual, taste;
“Come, drink of Wisdom's wine:
“No sorrow poisons my repast,
“The banquet is divine.

“Honour and peace, with me,
“And life immortal dwell.
“Your ways of woe and infamy
“Take hold of death and hell.