Light and Warmth

THE Noblehearted sees in Earth
A paradise before his eyes;
The dreams to which his soul gives birth

He fondly hopes to realize;
He dedicates his burning youth
To glorify the majesty of Truth.

But ah! before he gazes long,
So mean, so paltry ajl appears,
Self soon becomes, amid the throng,

The loadstar of his hopes and fears,
Enthusiastic feeling flies,
And Love is chill'd, and droops his wings, and dies.

Truth's beams are pure, but, like the moon's,
They warm not with the light they shed:
Where Knowledge is, her brightest boons

Illumine less the heart than head.
Blest, therefore, they who best ally
The Visionary's hope and Worldling's eye!