There the Eboric scholars felt the rule <br />Of Master Aelbert, teaching in the school. <br />Their thirsty hearts to gladden well he knew <br />With doctrine's stream and learning's heavenly dew. <br /> <br />To some he made the grammar understood, <br />And poured on others rhetoric's copious flood. <br />The rules of jurisprudence these rehearse, <br />While those recite in high Eonian verse, <br />Or play Castalia's flutes in cadence sweet <br />And mount Parnassus on swift lyric feet. <br /> <br />Anon the master turns their gaze on high <br />To view the travailing sun and moon, the sky <br />In order turning with its planets seven, <br />And starry hosts that keep the law of heaven. <br /> <br />The storms at sea, the earthquake's shock, the race <br />Of men and beasts and flying fowl they trace; <br />Or to the laws of numbers bend their mind, <br />And search till Easter's annual day they find. <br /> <br />Then, last and best, he opened up to view <br />The depths of Holy Scripture, Old and New. <br />Was any youth in studies well approved, <br />Then him the master cherished, taught, and loved; <br />And thus the double knowledge he conferred <br />Of liberal studies and the Holy Word.<br /><br />Alcuin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-saints-of-the-church-at-york/
