Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)
We Are Wiser Than We Know
Thou, who in the midnight silence Lookest to the orbs on high, Feeling humbled, yet elated, In the presence of the sky; Thou, who minglest with thy sadness Pride ecstatic, awe divine, That ev'n thou canst trace their progress And the law by which they shine — Intuition shall uphold thee, Even though reason drag thee low; Lean on faith, look up rejoicing, We are wiser than we know. Thou, who hearest plaintive music, Or sweet songs of other days; Heaven-revealing organs pealing, Or clear voices hymning praise, And wouldst weep, thou know'st not wherefore, Though thy soul is steep'd in joy; And the world looks kindly on thee, And thy bliss hath no alloy — Weep, nor seek for consolation, Let the heaven-sent droplets flow, They are hints of mighty secrets, We are wiser than we know. Thou, who in the noon-time brightness Seest a shadow undefined; Hear'st a voice that indistinctly Whispers caution to thy mind: Thou, who hast a vague foreboding That a peril may be near, Even when Nature smiles around thee, And thy Conscience holds thee clear — Trust the warning — look before thee — Angels may the mirror show, Dimly still, but sent to guide thee, We are wiser than we know. Countless chords of heavenly music, Struck ere earthly time began, Vibrate in immortal concord To the answering soul of man: Countless rays of heavenly glory Shine through spirit pent in clay, On the wise men at their labors, On the children at their play. Man has gazed on heavenly secrets, Sunned himself in heavenly glow, Seen the glory, heard the music, We are wiser than we know.
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