An Anthology of Australian Verse/Not Understood
NOT UNDERSTOOD
Not understood, we move alang asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asteep
Not understood.
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asteep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled ’gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled ’gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood! The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbaurs, and they often go
Not understood.
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbaurs, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence or the fancied slight
Destroys long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
The thoughtless sentence or the fancied slight
Destroys long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
For lack of sympathy! Ah! day by day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another,—they’d be nearer Thee,
And understood.
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer
To one another,—they’d be nearer Thee,
And understood.