The heart is hard that cannot feel <br />The bruising of a light appeal. <br /> <br />The heart is deaf that cannot hear <br />The splashing of a tiny tear. <br /> <br />The heart is dumb that cannot say <br />“God speed you, comrades,” night and day. <br /> <br />The heart is blind that cannot see <br />The beckoning soul of mystery. <br /> <br />The heart is lame that cannot rise <br />From clamouring earth to silent skies. <br /> <br />And O that heart were better dead <br />That truckles to the prudent head<br /><br />John Le Gay Brereton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/maxims/
