Man has forgot his Origin; in vain He searches for the record of his race In ancient books, or seeks with toil to gain From the deep cave, or rocks some primal trace. And some have fancied, from a higher sphere, Forgetful of his origin he came; To dwell awhile a wandering exile here Subject to sense, another, yet the same. With mind bewildered, weak how should he know The Source Divine from whom his being springs? The darkened spirit does its shadow throw On written record, and on outward things; That else might plainly to his thought reveal The wondrous truths, which now they but conceal. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE THE BIRTH OF ONE OF HER CHILDREN by ANNE BRADSTREET VANQUISHED; ON THE DEATH OF GENERAL GRANT by FRANCIS FISHER BROWNE DANTE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT DURING WIND AND RAIN by THOMAS HARDY THE TALENTED MAN by WINTHROP MACKWORTH PRAED LETTY'S GLOBE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TWO SONNETS FROM NEW YORK: TOWERS by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER |