How often have the critics, trained <br />To look upon the sky <br />Through telescopes securely chained, <br />Forgot the naked eye. <br /> <br />Within the compass of their glass <br />Each smallest star they knew, <br />And not a meteor could pass <br />But they were looking through. <br /> <br />When a new planet shed its rays <br />Beyond their field of vision, <br />And simple folk ran out to gaze, <br />They laughed in high derision. <br /> <br />They railed upon the senseless throng <br />Who cheered the brave new light. <br />And yet the learned men were wrong, <br />The simple folk were right.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-criticism-of-critics/
