Matthew Arnold

This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.

This strange disease of modern life,
With its sick hurry, its divided aims.

God's Wisdom and God's Goodness!--Ah, but fools
Mis-define thee, till God knows them no more.
Wisdom and read more

God's Wisdom and God's Goodness!--Ah, but fools
Mis-define thee, till God knows them no more.
Wisdom and goodness they are God!--what schools
Have yet so much as heard this simpler lore.
This no Saint preaches, and this no Church rules:
'Tis in the desert, now and heretofore.

We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not read more

We are here on earth to do good to others. What the others are
here for, I do not know.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

But each day brings from its pretty dust
Our soon choked souls to fill.

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would read more

Strew on her roses, roses, / And never a spray of yew. / In quiet she reposes: / Ah! would that I did too!