Innocence

 The height of wisdom seems to me
 That of a child;
So let my ageing vision be
 Serene and mild.

The depth of folly, I aver,
 Is to fish deep
In that dark pool of science where
 Truth-demons sleep.


Let me not be a bearded sage
 Seeing too clear;
In issues of the atom age
 Man-doom I fear.

So long as living's outward show
 To me is fair,
What lies behind I do not know,
 And do not care.


Of woeful fears of future ill
 That earth-folk haunt,
Let me, as radiant meadow rill,
 Be ignorant.

Aye, though a sorry dunce I be
 In learning's school,
Lord, marvellously make of me
 Your Happy Fool!

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