Unsolved
1872-1918
Amid my books I lived the hurrying years,
Disdaining kinship with my fellow man;
Alike to me were human smiles and tears,
I cared not whither Earth's great life-stream ran,
Till as I knelt before my mouldered shrine,
God made me look into a woman's eyes;
And I, who thought all earthly wisdom mine,
Knew in a moment that the eternal skies
Were measured but in inches, to the quest
That lay before me in that mystic gaze.
"Surely I have been errant: it is best
That I should tread, with men their human ways."
God took the teacher, ere the task was learned,
And to my lonely books again I turned.
DayPoems Poem No. 1100
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/1100.html">Unsolved by John McCrae</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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