Poems by William W. Story | ||
[XVI. The scholar like a ship is filled with foreign store]
The scholar like a ship is filled with foreign store,
Yet oft his life and thought are barnacled with lore.
Yet oft his life and thought are barnacled with lore.
Sometimes rich fruit and wine he brings from lands unknown—
And sometimes he returns all ballasted with stone.
And sometimes he returns all ballasted with stone.
Nought in his mind or heart should dead and foreign dwell—
But change into himself like pearls within their shell.
But change into himself like pearls within their shell.
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Let him assimilate his knowledge as his food,
This, unto feeling, thought; as that, to flesh and blood.
This, unto feeling, thought; as that, to flesh and blood.
Poems by William W. Story | ||