“_See this my garden,
Large and fair_!”
–Thus, to his friend,
The Philosopher.
“‘_Tis not too long_,”
His friend replied,
With truth exact,–
“_Nor yet too wide.
But well compact,
If somewhat cramped
On every side_.”
Quick the reply–
“_But see how high!–
It reaches up
To God’s blue sky_!”
Not by their size
Measure we men
Or things.
Wisdom, with eyes
Washed in the fire,
Seeketh the things
That are higher–
Things that have wings,
Thoughts that aspire.
(John Oxenham)
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