For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by g.
For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by g.
... More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheeps or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Not only for themselves but for those who call them friend For so this whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
And Thought leapt out to wed with Thought Ere Thought could wed itself with Speech.
The days darken round me and the years, Among new men, strange faces, other minds.
Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
For manners are not idle, but the fruit Of loyal nature, and of noble mind.
My mind is clouded with a doubt.
This gray spirit yearning in desire; To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
I am going a long way With these thou sestif indeed I go (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of Avilion, Where falls not hail or rain or any snow, Nor ever wind blows loudly but it lies Deep-meadow'd, happy, fair with orchard lawns And bowery hollows crown'd with summer sea, Where I will heal me of my grievous wound.
Guard your roving thoughts with a jealous care, for speech is but the dialer of thoughts, and every fool can plainly read in your words what is the hour of your thoughts.
This way and that dividing the swift mind.
And so the Word had breath, and wrought With human hands the creed of creeds In loveliness of perfect deeds, More strong than all poetic thought.
The same words conceal and declare the thoughts of men.
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