Madmoments: or First Verseattempts By a Bornnatural. Addressed to the Lightheaded of Society at Large, by Henry Ellison |
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WISDOM
Bow down thine Ear, and close it not in pride,But list in Humbleness, and thou shalt hear
The Voice of Wisdom, whispering low but clear;
Wisdom, who loves to walk still at the side
Of Meekness, and of Innocence, doth hide
Her ways from the proud Heart. Oh stoop thine Ear,
For oft her Voice is then most surely near,
When thou hast bent it lowest; oft 'twill glide
Along the still Earth with the Cricket's cry,
Sublime beneath thy feet, as up on high
Amid the hymning spheres! and if thy Soul
Hath aught Divine in it, or profit by
Her Lessons, then wilt thou strive towards Life's Goal
Without one Touch of idle Vanity;
Content to feel thyself one with this Whole,
This lovely Whole! ascribing nought to thy
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All, all to him who doth all things control.
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