On a Fine Morning

Whence comes Solace? - Not from seeing

What is doing, suffering, being,

Not from noting Life's conditions,

Nor from heeding Time's monitions;

But in cleaving to the Dream,

And in gazing at the gleam

Whereby grey things golden seem.

Thus do I this heyday, holding

Shadows but as lights unfolding,

As no specious show this moment

With its irised embowment;

But as nothing other than

Part of a benignant plan;

Proof that earth was made for man.

A quote from a Hardy novel

“Everybody must be managed. Queens must be managed. Kings must be managed, for men want managing almost as much as women, and that's saying a good deal.” (Under the Greenwood Tree)

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