AMONG THE LAURELS.
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And he mistakes who tries
To search all mysteries,—
Who leaves no cup undrained, no path untracked
Who seeks to know too much
Brushes with ruthless touch
The bloom of Fancy from the brier of Fact.
To search all mysteries,—
Who leaves no cup undrained, no path untracked
Who seeks to know too much
Brushes with ruthless touch
The bloom of Fancy from the brier of Fact.
"Keep one fair myth aloof
From hard and actual proof,—
Preserve some dear delusions as they seem;
Since the reality,
How bright soe'er it be,
Shows dull and tame beside our marvellous dream.
From hard and actual proof,—
Preserve some dear delusions as they seem;
Since the reality,
How bright soe'er it be,
Shows dull and tame beside our marvellous dream.
"Leave this white page unscored,
This rare realm unexplored,
And let dear Fancy roam there as she will:
Whatever page we turn,
However much we learn,.
Let them be something left to dream of still!"
This rare realm unexplored,
And let dear Fancy roam there as she will:
Whatever page we turn,
However much we learn,.
Let them be something left to dream of still!"
Wherefore, for aught we know,
The golden apples grow
The golden apples grow
