22.07.2007, 18:40
A Privilege Worth a Hard Earning
It is the hardest task, the highest end,
Of all true wisdom, rightly understood,
To see the Ill, yet not o’erlook the Good,
Nor let the Ill beyond itself extend,
Nor o’er the sunny side its shadows send
Beyond its own intrinsic magnitude,
As mountains cast their shadows far, and brood
At distance, and their own real bulk transcend.
‘T is hard to school the heart to be, in spite
Of injury and envy, generous still;
In seeing Good alone to take delight,
And to forget, or to forgive, the Ill:
And he who can do this, has still a right
To think godlike of man, and must, and will
It is the hardest task, the highest end,
Of all true wisdom, rightly understood,
To see the Ill, yet not o’erlook the Good,
Nor let the Ill beyond itself extend,
Nor o’er the sunny side its shadows send
Beyond its own intrinsic magnitude,
As mountains cast their shadows far, and brood
At distance, and their own real bulk transcend.
‘T is hard to school the heart to be, in spite
Of injury and envy, generous still;
In seeing Good alone to take delight,
And to forget, or to forgive, the Ill:
And he who can do this, has still a right
To think godlike of man, and must, and will