Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep Along the years; we marvel and we wonder Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
We gather false impressions And hug them closer as the years go by;Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Poor souls with stunted vision Of measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision Are oft impelled 'gain st those who mould the age, Not understood.
The secret springs of action Which lie beneath the surface and the show, Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction We judge our neighbours, and they often go
How trifles often change us! The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight; Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking! How many noble spirits pass away,Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!O God! that men would draw a little nearer To one another, -- they'd be nearer Thee,