The Wise
The wisdom learned in sorrow
is joy to the meek at heart
for whatever travail hath a wise man
unto his soul imparts
The foolish gaze afar off
their understanding taken
Behold the wise man in his grief
pained yet hardly shaken
For wisdom holds on to a vision
where separate worlds entwine
To foolish men a great division
but eternal ties unto the wise
Where never ending love prevails
and boundless patience stands
Where fools' advice cannot avail
the wisdom of a man
There faith and hope abide as one
unto the wise his peace
but foolishness to those who judge
by standards that decrease
What then is a human worth
if he be judged by worldly gain
And what of the fools who devise hurt
that a soul may not attain
Still wisdom having endured test
stays rooted to the ground
and foolish tongues are put to rest
as the wise man yet abounds...
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