Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | September 12, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: At Best

by John Boyle O’Reilly (1844 – 1890).

 

At Best

 

The faithful helm commands the keel,

From port to port fair breezes blow;

But the ship must sail the convex sea,

Nor may she straighter go.

 

So, man to man; in fair accord,                                   5

On thought and will the winds may wait;

But the world will bend the passing word,

Though its shortest course be straight.

 

From soul to soul the shortest line

At best will bended be:                                               10

The ship that holds the straightest course

Still sails the convex sea.

 

Notes:

http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/11294c.htm

http://www.1911encyclopedia.org/John_Boyle_O’Reilly


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