I found this today while going through a box of material being prepared for a donation. I'm not sure the version I found was 'true' but it makes sense the way I found it. It makes reference to a particular deity; however replace that name with the one of your choice and the overall message remains the same. I do not know who this man was, nor what his role in this world was. I do wonder if he wasn't perhaps an archivist.
As the wise men have not spoken
I speak, who am only a fool
But a fool that hath loved his folly,
Aye more than the wise their book
Or their counting houses of their quiet homes
Or their fame in the mouths of men.
A fool that in all his days
Hath done never a prudent thing
I have squandered the splendid days
That the Lord God gave to my youth
In attempting impossible things
Deeming them alone worth the toil
O Lord, if I had those years
I would squander them over again.
Aye, fling them from me!
For this I have heard in my heart,
That a man shall squander not hoard
Shall do the deed of today
Not take heed of tomorrow's ten
Shall not bargain or huckster with God.
The Lawyers have met in council:
The men with the long keen faces
And have said, "This man is a fool."
And others have said, "He blasphemeth."
For the wise have pitied the fool
Who had striven to give a life
In this world of Time and Space
Among the bulks of actual things
To a dream that was dreamed in the heart
And that only the heart could hold.
-Padraigh Pearse
Sunday, November 18, 2007
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