“In Harmony with Nature” TO A PREACHER. “In harmony with Nature?” Restless fool, Who with such heat dost preach what were to thee, When true, the last impossibility,-- To be like Nature strong, like Nature cool! Know, man hath all which Nature hath, but more, And in that _more_ lie all his hopes of good. Nature is cruel, man is sick of blood; Nature is stubborn, man would fain adore; Nature is fickle, man hath need of rest; Nature forgives no debt, and fears no grave; Man would be mild, and with safe conscience blest. Man must begin, know this, where Nature ends; Nature and man can never be fast friends. Fool, if thou canst not pass her, rest her slave! |
English Poetry - http://eng-poetry.ru/english/index.php. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru |