Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

To Sincerity

O sweet sincerity! –
Where modern methods be
What scope for thine and thee?

Life may be sad past saying,
Its greens for ever graying,
Its faiths to dust decaying;

And youth may have foreknown it,
And riper seasons shown it,
But custom cries: ‘Disown it:

‘Say ye rejoice, though grieving,
Believe, while unbelieving,
Behold, without perceiving!’

– Yet, would men look at true things,
And unilluded view things,
And count to bear undue things,

The real might mend the seeming,
Facts better their foredeeming,
And Life its disesteeming.

1. The End of the Episode
2. Ten Years Since
3. The Young Churchwarden
4. For Life I Had Never Cared Greatly
5. The Child and the Sage

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