Alexander Pope

What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

What beck'ning ghost along the moonlight shade
Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

Envy, to which th' ignoble mind's a slave,
Is emulation in the learn'd or brave.

The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.

The ruling passion, be it what it will,
The ruling passion conquers reason still.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

Hills peep o'er hills, and Alps on Alps arise.

'Tis education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.

'Tis education forms the common mind. Just as the twig is bent, the tree's inclin'd.