A PHILOSOPHY
A PHILOSOPHY
Onlyin pages of men’s books I findSwart villain and fair knightClosing in fight.Not piebald is mankind.The soul is hued to such swift varyingAs flying hornet’s sunshine-smitten wing.Therefore, dear brother men (where’er ye be),Who strive for rightWith such short sight,’Tis wise for little folk like you and meNeither too much to praise nor yet to blame,Since in our different ways we’re all the same.
Onlyin pages of men’s books I findSwart villain and fair knightClosing in fight.Not piebald is mankind.The soul is hued to such swift varyingAs flying hornet’s sunshine-smitten wing.Therefore, dear brother men (where’er ye be),Who strive for rightWith such short sight,’Tis wise for little folk like you and meNeither too much to praise nor yet to blame,Since in our different ways we’re all the same.
Onlyin pages of men’s books I findSwart villain and fair knightClosing in fight.Not piebald is mankind.The soul is hued to such swift varyingAs flying hornet’s sunshine-smitten wing.
Onlyin pages of men’s books I find
Swart villain and fair knight
Closing in fight.
Not piebald is mankind.
The soul is hued to such swift varying
As flying hornet’s sunshine-smitten wing.
Therefore, dear brother men (where’er ye be),Who strive for rightWith such short sight,’Tis wise for little folk like you and meNeither too much to praise nor yet to blame,Since in our different ways we’re all the same.
Therefore, dear brother men (where’er ye be),
Who strive for right
With such short sight,
’Tis wise for little folk like you and me
Neither too much to praise nor yet to blame,
Since in our different ways we’re all the same.