thy soul shall burn thee, yet be still,
Thoughts were not meant for
strife, not tongues for swords.
He that sees clear is gentlest
of his words.
And that’s not truth that hath the heart to kill.
The whole world’s thought shall not one truth fulfill.
Dull in our age, and passionate
No mind of man hath found the
Nor shalt thou find it; therefore, friend, be still.
be still, not hearken to the fool,
The babbler of consistency and rule:
Wisest is he, who, never quite
his thoughts for better day by day:
To-morrow some new light will
shine, be sure,
thou shalt see thy thought another way.