My Rude Ignorance - Woods of Birnam

So oft have I invoked thee for my Muse,

And found such fair assistance in my verse

As every alien pen hath got my use

And under thee their poesy disperse.

Disperse

But thou art all my art, and dost advance

As high as learning, my rude ignorance.

(Ignorance ignorance)

Thine eyes, that taught the dumb on high to sing

And heavy ignorance aloft to fly,

Have added feathers to the learned’s wing

And given grace a double majesty.

Majesty

But thou art all my art, and dost advance

As high as learning, my rude ignorance.

(ignorance)

my rude ignorance

(ignorance)

my rude ignorance

(ignorance)

Yet be most proud of that which I compile

Whose influence is thine, and born of thee

In others' works thou dost but mend the style,

And arts with thy sweet graces graced be

Graced be