Author George Hardinge To Science consecrating leisure, And life to soothing Friendship's pleasure, The world forgetting, by the world forgot. These are the enviable days — The heart's — a better gift than praise: 'Tis cherish'd here, — and we divide the lot . Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments