No More Learning

Nay, but, O Giver of all things good, whose home is the dark cloud,
Thou that wields Heaven's bolt, save men from their
          grievous;
Scatter its night from their souls, and grant them to come to
that Wisdom
Wherewithal, sistered with Justice, Thou rulest and governest
all things;
That we, honoured by Thee, may requite Thee with worship and
honour,
Evermore praising thy works, as is meet for men that shall perish;
Seeing that none, be he mortal or God, hath privilege nobler
Than without stint, without stay, to extol Thy Law universal.