Man has forgot his Origin; in vain He searches for the record of his race In ancient books, or seeks with toil to gain From the deep cave, or rocks some primal trace. And some have fancied, from a higher sphere, Forgetful of his origin he came; To dwell awhile a wandering exile here Subject to sense, another, yet the same. With mind bewildered, weak how should he know The Source Divine from whom his being springs? The darkened spirit does its shadow throw On written record, and on outward things; That else might plainly to his thought reveal The wondrous truths, which now they but conceal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GOOD-BYE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MY AUNT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE SENSITIVE PLANT by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SILEX SCINTIALLANS: THEY ARE ALL GONE by HENRY VAUGHAN |