THE PHILOSOPHERS
The best of true philosophers Are the children, after all,--The children with laughing hearts And the serious field and ball:
They have a bowl and bubbles, And hours where rainbows are;They find, if ever the sun is hid, In every dark a star.
But, O, the sorry men that make The wise books of our day!
They cannot smile athwart a cloud, When black thoughts lead astray;They cannot add a ****** sum, But talk like drunken men, And shut their eyes to keep out God When spring comes in again.
Far ******r than the Rule of Three Are the laws of earth and sky;Yet fools will muddle all true thought, And pride will have its cry;The banners with their deadly words Go reeling on unfurled, And sin and sadness march along To the heartbreak of the world.
