With weary steps as Wisdom trod
In Reason's dusty way
Came Fancy with alluring nod
And beckoned him astray.
Laughing she snatched away his books,
And charmed him with her witching looks,
He could not say her nay.
She shook her curls with childlike grace
And all his anger fled,
He looked into her sunny face
And followed where she led.
And lo! his weariness was gone
Fresh vigour filled his soul
She led him up, she led him on
Till he had reached his goal.