Sonnet Xi. The Printing-Press.

IN boyhood's days we read with keen delight How young Aladdin rubbed his lamp and raised The towering Djin whose form his soul amazed, Yet who was pledged to serve him day and night. But Gutenberg evoked a giant sprite Of vaster power, when Europe stood and gazed To see him rub his types with ink. Then blazed Across the lands a glorious shape of light, Who stripped the cowl from priests, the crown from kings, And hand in hand with Faith and Science wrought To free the struggling spirit's limèd wings, And guard the ancestral throne of sovereign Thought. The world was dumb. Then first it found its tongue And spake — and heaven and earth in answer rung.