<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118312" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blessed are they that have not seen!</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy they whose hearts receive<br>The implanted word with faith; believe<br>Because their fathers did before,<br>Because they learnt, and ask no more<br>High triumphs of convictions wrought,<br>And won by individual thought.<br>The joy, delusive oft, but keen,<br>Of having with our own eyes seen,<br>What if they have not felt nor known?<br>An amplitude instead they own,<br>By no self-binding ordinance prest<br>To toil in labour they detest:<br>By no deceiving reasoning tied<br>Or this or that way to decide.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy they! above their head<br>The glory of the unseen is spread;<br>Their happy heart is free to range<br>Thro’ largest tracts of pleasant change;<br>Their intellects encradled lie<br>In boundless possibility.<br>For impulses of varying kinds<br>The Ancient Home a lodging finds<br>Each appetite our nature breeds,<br>It meets with viands for its needs.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O happy they! nor need they fear<br>The wordy strife that rages near:<br>All reason wastes by day, and more,<br>Will instinct in a night restore.<br>O happy, so their state but give<br>A clue by which a man can live;<br>O blest, unless ’tis proved by fact<br>A dream impossible to act.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118312" data-title="Blessed are they that have not seen! de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="O happy they whose hearts receive/The implanted word with faith; believe/Because their fathers did before,/Because they learnt, and ask no more/High triumphs of convictions wrought,/And won by individual thought./The joy, delusive oft, but keen,/O..."></div> </div> </div>

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