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. The Dying Mother
2. Vintagers' Song to the Sun
3. The Beech Tree
4. The Astronomer
5. The Dream of the Reveller

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