On Studies Poem by Samuel Greenberg

The etude of the soul - is in regard to truth of Daily life
The Bent to relief - the wakeing mind -
Shakes all in sciences, and is as raw as Nature
But the trembling treasure, revealments, lend us
The power - as daylight does, that repeats
As we concentrate, we accumalate theories
By infinite varieties - through - spiritual insight
The ease through research, are like moon and Piano
The training of animals Direct a moral
In Discovery - we find - Who last prays: