Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Desolation and Glory (words of wisdom and whimsy from an original brit)

The following is the first two stanza's from Matthew Arnold's poem "Morality":

"We cannot kindle when we will
The fire which in the heart resides;
The spirit bloweth and is still,
In mystery our soul abides.
But tasks in hours of insight will'd
Can be through hours of gloom fulfilled.

"With aching hands and bleeding feet
We dig and heap, lay stone on stone;
We bear the burden and the heat
Of the long day, and wish 'twere done.
Not till the hours of light return,
All we have built do we discern."

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