The height of wisdom seems to me <br /> That of a child; <br />So let my ageing vision be <br /> Serene and mild. <br />The depth of folly, I aver, <br /> Is to fish deep <br />In that dark pool of science where <br /> Truth-demons sleep. <br /> <br />Let me not be a bearded sage <br /> Seeing too clear; <br />In issues of the atom age <br /> Man-doom I fear. <br />So long as living's outward show <br /> To me is fair, <br />What lies behind I do not know, <br /> And do not care. <br /> <br />Of woeful fears of future ill <br /> That earth-folk haunt, <br />Let me, as radiant meadow rill, <br /> Be ignorant. <br />Aye, though a sorry dunce I be <br /> In learning's school, <br />Lord, marvellously make of me <br /> Your Happy Fool!<br /><br />Robert William Service<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/innocence-11/
