The balance of pain : and other poems . ,But still his work lay, markd and broad, By wild thought-flowers oergrown ;Yet none knew where its windings led—Men, doubting, scornd to try and tread, Until a noble Don espied Th unheeded course, one day— Surveyd its bearings and its aim,And cleard some weeds away ; Then straight proclaimd in solemn tone A grand discovery of his own— An orthodox, most goodly path— A right ennobling road—A short-cut thro perplexing lands To many a blest abode;Come, people all, and ye will findA resting-place for heart and mind ! 124 THE OLD PATH AND THE NEW. Then up sta
The balance of pain : and other poems . ,But still his work lay, markd and broad, By wild thought-flowers oergrown ;Yet none knew where its windings led—Men, doubting, scornd to try and tread, Until a noble Don espied Th unheeded course, one day— Surveyd its bearings and its aim,And cleard some weeds away ; Then straight proclaimd in solemn tone A grand discovery of his own— An orthodox, most goodly path— A right ennobling road—A short-cut thro perplexing lands To many a blest abode;Come, people all, and ye will findA resting-place for heart and mind ! 124 THE OLD PATH AND THE NEW. Then up started the world, with a shake and a smile, And girding them all without fear,Followed after the Don with admiring awe, And easy conviction walkd and they drove, and they gatherd new , unheeding the pioneers toils. The Don was raised to honourd place, His name on historys pageWith meed of thanks was blazond forth The Hero of his he who for that work had diedForgotten lay, with crown
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