The Proverbs Of Confucius

 Threefold is the march of time
While the future slow advances,
Like a dart the present glances,
Silent stands the past sublime.


No impatience e'er can speed him
On his course if he delay;
No alarm, no doubts impede him
If he keep his onward way;
No regrets, no magic numbers
Wake the tranced one from his slumbers.

Wouldst thou wisely and with pleasure,
Pass the days of life's short measure,
From the slow one counsel take,
But a tool of him ne'er make;
Ne'er as friend the swift one know,
Nor the constant one as foe!

II.


Threefold is the form of space:
Length, with ever restless motion,
Seeks eternity's wide ocean;
Breadth with boundless sway extends;
Depth to unknown realms descends.


All as types to thee are given;
Thou must onward strive for heaven,
Never still or weary be
Would'st thou perfect glory see;
Far must thy researches go.

Wouldst thou learn the world to know;
Thou must tempt the dark abyss
Wouldst thou prove what Being is.


Naught but firmness gains the prize,--
Naught but fulness makes us wise,--
Buried deep, truth ever lies!

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