The hand and foot that stir not, they shall find Sooner than all the rightful place to go; Now in their motion free as roving wind, Though first no snail so limited and slow; I mark them full of labor all the day, Each active motion made in perfect rest; They cannot from their path mistaken stray, Though 'tis not theirs, yet in it they are blest; The bird has not their hidden track found out, Nor cunning fox though full of art he be; It is the way unseen, the certain route, Where ever bound, yet thou art ever free; The path of Him, whose perfect law of love Bids spheres and atoms in just order move. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD A LETTER ON THE USE OF MACHINE GUNS AT WEDDINGS by KENNETH PATCHEN AUCTION: ANDERSON GALLERIES by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LES HALLES D'YPRES by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WELL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN A GENUINE DIALOGUE BETWEEN A GENTLEWOMAN AT DERBY AND HER MAID by JOHN BYROM PUTTING THE CREAM IN THE WELL OF VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY |