The visionary eye is most akin to the amorous,
Though cosmic in its range. Now it prefers Nature,
Excellent and true, to the man-made and spurious,
To bear sons of wonder, in her arms secure.
The visionary eye is not narrow and supercilious,
Disdaining surprise; nor vacant and credulous,
Affecting escape: it is wide with adventure!
CONCLUSION
‘Know then thyself, presume not God to scan;
The proper study of mankind is man.’ – Alexander Pope
The road to ruin is the defeat of aspiration,
The curtailing of humanity by unemployment. But few men
Think work or prosperity could cripple a nation
Too skilled to remember what is means to be human,
Too busy to be interested in becoming more so.
The validation of our humanity is not a quid pro quo
But for hearts of gold, by the question driven
‘Who bade the rose-bush to sculpt her bed?’
If you trust not the poetry, consider your sanity
Which bids you to anticipate and follow the thread
Of your actions on others. All else is vanity,
But for the intuition that love is cosmic
And that ‘Gloire de L’Homme’ has the one thing basic,
The tenfold root of a common humanity.
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