Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they read more
As I sat at the Cafe I said to myself,
They may talk as they please about what they call pelf,
They may sneer as they like about eating and drinking,
But help it I cannot, I cannot help thinking
How pleasant it is to have money, heigh-ho!
How pleasant it is to have money!
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have read more
What voice did on my spirit fall,
Peschiera, when thy bridge I crost?
'Tis better to have fought and lost
That never to have fought at all!
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er read more
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
