THEREFORE think not the Past is wise alone, For Yesterday knows nothing of the Best, And thou shalt love it only as the nest Whence glory-winged things to Heaven have flown: To the great Soul alone are all things known; Present and future are to her as past, While she in glorious madness doth forecast That perfect bud, which seems a flower full-blown To each new Prophet, and yet always opes Fuller and fuller with each day and hour, Heartening the soul with odor of fresh hopes, And longings high, and gushings of wide power, Yet never is or shall be fully blown Save in the forethought of the Eternal One. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HATRED by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT OLNEY HYMNS: 49. JOY AND PEACE IN BELIEVING by WILLIAM COWPER EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A LAMENT FOR PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN TO THINE OWN SELF BE TRUE by PAKENHAM THOMAS BEATTY PEACE ON EARTH by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON FIRST SAMUEL: AFTER THE SHAMANS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 3 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH |