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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=419039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Star-Gazing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LET be what is: why should we strive and wrestle <br>With awkward skill against a subtle doubt? <br>Or pin a mystery 'neath our puny pestle, <br>And vainly try to bray its secret out? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">What boots it me to gaze at other planets, <br>And speculate on sensate beings there? <br>It comforts not that, since the moon began its <br>Well-ordered course, it knew no breath of air. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There may be men and women up in Venus, <br>Where science finds both summer-green and snow<br>But are we happier asking, '' Have they seen us?<br>And, like us earth-men, do they yearn to know?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On greater globes than ours men may be greater. <br>For all things here in fair proportion run; <br>But will it make our poor cup any sweeter <br>To think a nobler Shakespeare thrills the sun? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, that our sun is but itself a minor,<br>Like this dark earth—a tenth-rate satellite,<br>That swings submissive round an orb diviner, <br>Whose day is lightning, with our day for night?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Or, past all suns, to find the awful center<br>Round which they meanly wind a servile road;<br>All, will it raise us or degrade, to enter<br>Where that world's Shakespeare towers almost to God?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No, no; far better, 'lords of all creation'' <br>To strut our ant-hill, and to take our ease; <br>To look aloft and say, ' That constellation <br>Was lighted there our regal sight to please!' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">We owe no thanks to so-called men of science, <br>Who demonstrate that earth, not sun, goes round; <br>'Twere better think the sun a mere appliance <br>To light man's villages and heat his ground. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">There seems no good in asking or in humbling;<br>The mind incurious has the most of rest; <br>If we can live and laugh and pray, not grumbling, <br>'Tis all we can do here—and 'tis the best.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The throbbing brain will burst its tender raiment<br>With futile force, to see by finite light <br>How man's brief earning and eternal payment <br>Are weighed as equal in th' Infinite sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis all in vain to struggle with abstraction— <br>The milky way that tempts our mental glass; <br>The study for mankind is earth-born action; <br>The highest wisdom, let the wondering pass. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The Lord knows best: He gave us thirst for learning;<br>And deepest knowledge of His work betrays <br>No thirst left waterless. Shall our soul-yearning, <br>Apart from all things, be a quenchless blaze?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Boyle+O%27Reilly">John Boyle O'Reilly</a><div class=q>
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