“See this my garden,
Large and fair!”
— Thus, to his friend,
The Philosopher.
“‘ Tis not too long,”
His friend replied,
With truth exact,—
“Nor yet too wide.
But well compact,
If somewhat cramped
On every side.”
Quick the reply —
“But see how high!—
It reaches up
To God's blue sky!”
Not by their size
Measure we men
Or things.
Wisdom, with eyes
Washed in the fire,
Seeketh the things
That are higher —
Things that have wings,
Thoughts that aspire.