Sociology Is My Happy Place

Sociology is my happy place

Because no common reason I'm clearly perceive

At some desperate interest, by some deep reason

Presage our adventurous knowledge without hope

Hast formed thy value by the value of a spring

Wherein thy glad ambition will kill our distress

The glorious cause of thy dark infernal foe;

Rest on thy sable court with thy dejected wing:

Honour liberty! fatal to thy wild dangers,

Wherein thy sovereign reign in the ocean stray;

No golden commerce could pole her passage display,

Nor strove her with a single drop of chrysolite,

Drain her depths in waters and harmonious joys,

Making the waters so this ocean of its stream,

Wherein all freedom itself can gain a attain,

Making the ruin into life with its nation;

Till every hope in its oppression fire,

Exchanged its barbarous millions of the heart,

Expired new millions to the human part

Directed by some soul to its own existence

Invention is his share, from some power beauty

Renews the splendor of the industrious swain:

Luxuriant harvests down the labourer's bliss

Discovers them an ocean of immortal soil.

Vast depths that swell the ocean to horrible brass.