TIME to me this truth hath taught, 'T is a truth that's worth revealing: More offend from want of thought Than from want of feeling. If advice we would convey, There's a time we should convey it; If we've but a word to say, There's a time in which to say it. Many a beauteous flower decays, Though we tend it e'er so much; Something secret on it preys, Which no human aid can touch. So in many a loving breast Lies some canker-grief concealed, That, if touched, is more oppressed, Left unto itself -- is healed! Oft, unknowingly, the tongue Touches on a chord so aching That a word or accent wrong Pains the heart almost to breaking. Many a tear of wounded pride, Many a fault of human blindness, Has been soothed or turned aside By a quiet voice of kindness. Time to me this truth hath taught, 'T is a truth that's worth revealing: More offend from want of thought Than from want of feeling. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AN AEOLIAN HARP by SARA TEASDALE THE BROKEN PITCHER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE COMING OF SPRING by NORA PERRY FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 42. AUGMENTED BY FAVOURABLE BLASTS by PHILIP AYRES THE COMBAT, BETWEENE CONSCIENCE AND COVETOUSNESSE by RICHARD BARNFIELD ILLUSIONS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A MANUAL MORE ANCIENT THAT THE ART OF PRINTING ... by VINCENT BOURNE |