HEART WISDON.

Northern Advocate, 4 February 1888, Page 3

HEART WISDON.

Unnumbered years have sped since first The bud of life in blossom burst, And still men question and dispute ; Whence came the seed ? Where falls the fruit ? An inky night in daylight breaks, The day to night its progress makes, And even we, like clouds, flit lightly o'er ' From night behind to night before. TJnpierced the gloom from which we 'merge, Unrent the gloom toward which we verge, Even while the day is round us spread We scarcely know the path we tread. The wisest sages earth has known Have scanned the mystery round us thrown, And shook their heads, and said 'tis vain To seek for truth beyond om\ken. And all the varying schemes of thought The wisdom of all time has brought Dispute each truth save this alobe : That nothing may be surely known. And some have said, because of this, That life at best a failure is ; Because unknown the whence and why, The course of wisdom is to die. I ask no sharper sneer than this At this world a vain philosophies. The too-wide tomes which crowd our shelves In wisdom's name condemn themselves. ,' / Is what we do know valueless Because we know not all that is ? Is worthless all we hope and feel If nature will not all reveal ? The deepest knowledge life can bring Is brought without our questioning ; The dearest truth that can be ours Springs wild and free as forest flowers. The youth who feels his pulses warm, And heart beat high, at beauty's charm, Has grasped the secret wisest men /' Have sought to find, but sought in vaia. / The nigtingale who pours his song ' To moonlight skies the whole night lony, Knows more the value of the stars Than most profound astronomers. / The child who greets with gladsome cry Some bright-winged bird or butteriy Knows more of lue's intrinsic woith Than all the sages of the earth. A truce to systems which would fiad Life's true elixir in the mind, And leave unscanned the truths which start Like bubbling fountains -from the heart. We know not why thfi. roses red Such/ sweet perfume around them shed ; If we the reason could repeat, Would roses bo more red or sweet ? The water Kly's spotless hue, The violet's ever-welcome blue — Would they be dearer could we tell Whence came, ih& charms we love so well ? Becauseljto sage can analyze' The charm concealed in woman's eyes And woman b lips, are they tSe less Entracing in their-^veliness ? In this the course of wisdom lies — To close our thoughts to^oysteries, To pluck the flowers which round ua are, f; Regardless of the whence and where. ;: i; Enough for us to know life's flowers, With all their varying sweets, are ours ; Enough to know what nature plants [ Will cast its fruit in worthy hands. The stream of truth from life's deep well Bears, bubbling forth, this oracle : | Let shallow hearts their wisdom boast ; ' The wisest is who feels the most.