'WEAK is the will of Man, his judgment blind; <br />'Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays; <br />'Heavy is woe;--and joy, for human-kind, <br />'A mournful thing, so transient is the blaze!' <br />Thus might 'he' paint our lot of mortal days <br />Who wants the glorious faculty assigned <br />To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind, <br />And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays. <br />Imagination is that sacred power, <br />Imagination lofty and refined; <br />'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine flower <br />Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind <br />Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower, <br />And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.<br /><br />William Wordsworth<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/weak-is-the-will-of-man-his-judgement-blind/
