PHILOSOPHER'S GARDEN

“See this my garden,

Large and fair!”

— Thus, to his friend,

The Philosopher.

“‘ Tis not too long,”

His friend replied,

With truth exact,—

“Nor yet too wide.

But well compact,

If somewhat cramped

On every side.”

Quick the reply —

“But see how high!—

It reaches up

To God's blue sky!”

Not by their size

Measure we men

Or things.

Wisdom, with eyes

Washed in the fire,

Seeketh the things

That are higher —

Things that have wings,

Thoughts that aspire.