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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537869" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Four Ages. A Brief Fragment Of An Extensive Projected Poem</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I could be well content, allowed the use<br>Of past experience, and the wisdom gleaned<br>From worn-out follies, now acknowledged such,<br>To recommence life's trial, in the hope<br>Of fewer errors, on a second proof!'<br>Thus while gray evening lulled the wind, and called <br>Fresh odours from the shrubbery at my side,<br>Taking my lonely winding walk, I mused,<br>And held accustomed conference with my heart;<br>When from within it thus a voice replied:<br>'Couldst thou in truth? and art thou taught at length<br>This wisdom, and but this, from all the past?<br>Is not the pardon of thy long arrear,<br>Time wasted, violated laws, abuse<br>Of talents, judgements, mercies, better far<br>Than opportunity vouchsafed to err<br>With less excuse, and haply, worse effect?'<br>I heard, and acquiesced: then to and fro<br>Oft pacing, as the mariner his deck,<br>My gravelly bounds, from self to human kind<br>I passed, and next considered, what is man?<br>Knows he his origin? can he ascend<br>By reminiscence to his earliest date?<br>Slept he in Adam? and in those from him<br>Through numerous generations, till he found<br>At length his destined moment to be born?<br>Or was he not, till fashioned in the womb?<br>Deep mysteries both! which schoolmen must have toiled <br>To unriddle, and have left them mysteries still.<br>It is an evil incident to man,<br>And of the worst, that unexplored he leaves<br>Truths useful and attainable with ease,<br>To search forbidden deeps, where mystery lies<br>Not to be solved, and useless, if it might.<br>Mysteries are food for angels; they digest<br>With ease, and find them nutriment; but man,<br>While yet he dwells below, must stoop to glean<br>His manna from the ground, or starve and die.<br>* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Cowper">William Cowper</a><div class=q>
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