Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей)

Thoughts

True thoughts, your days of grief are done,
No more shall scorn or hate impede you;
Born in the light, wherever the sun
Shines on mankind, mankind shall heed you.
So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed,
Grow each into a tree;
And kindle, sparks, to beal-fires bright,
That all the earth may see;
And spread, ye thoughts of Truth and Right,
O'er all humanity!

Time was, when thoughts bore tears and death
To the wise few that dared to raise them;
Time is, when thoughts are living breath,
And the world's throbbing heart obeys them.
So grow, ye grains of mustard-seed,
Grow each into a tree;
And kindle, sparks, to beal-fires bright,
That all the earth may see;
And spread, ye workers for the Right,
Onwards eternally!

1. Kilravock Tower
2. John Littlejohn
3. The Floating Straw
4. The Greenwood Tree
5. The Drop of Ambrosia

Marjorie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Thoughts ("I gave my thoughts a golden peach")

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