 | Denzil place |  |
Sir John, meanwhile, was busy at the town,—
The nearest town, dispensing justice there,
Or corresponding in his library
With some one of the friends who lagg'd behind
The wheels of Progress. “This and this was good,
“But that was dangerous, and might do harm—
“It might do good, but good would come in time,
“No need to hurry it;—the poor man's life
“Was happier and calmer when his mind
“Look'd not beyond the clods from whence he sprung;
“Why, let him plough, and thresh, and sow and reap,
“And let the better people of the world
“Trouble their wiser heads about his weal.”
The nearest town, dispensing justice there,
Or corresponding in his library
With some one of the friends who lagg'd behind
The wheels of Progress. “This and this was good,
“But that was dangerous, and might do harm—
“It might do good, but good would come in time,
“No need to hurry it;—the poor man's life
“Was happier and calmer when his mind
“Look'd not beyond the clods from whence he sprung;
“Why, let him plough, and thresh, and sow and reap,
“And let the better people of the world
“Trouble their wiser heads about his weal.”
| Denzil place | |