Wisdom

WISDOM
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Like doves our strong-winged hopes o out
To speed their night through unknown прасе,
Like tired doves they curve about
And find no sate abiding place,
Till Wisdom’s window open swings
In some sweet Ark of lowly things

Our science weighs the suns and nils
The patient earth with wordy strife,
But Wisdom slowly climbs the hills
And leads the halting steps of Life:
Though Knowledge scurries wide and fast,
Tis Wisdom finds the trail at last

God gives the soul to learn in time
That Wisdom haunts the lowly ways
That simple things are most sublime
And strength is found in thoughtful daya –
That close to Heaven, at sorest need
The quiet paths of Earth may lead
-R Wiley