THE NEW MAN
by: Jones Very (1813-1880)
- HE hands must touch and handle
many things,
- The eyes long waste their glances all in vain;
- The feet course still in idle, mazy rings,
- E'er man himself, the lost, shall back regain;
- The hand that ever moves, the eyes that see,
- While day holds out his shining lamp on high,
- And strait as flies the honey-seeking bee,
- Direct the feet to unseen flowers they spy,
- These, when they come, the man revealed from heaven,
- Shall labor all the day in quiet rest,
- And find at eve the covert duly given,
- Where with the bird they find sweet sleep and rest;
- That shall their wasted strength to health restore,
- And bid them seek the morn the hills and fields once more.
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