The Psalmist
Parch'd deserts fierce of pain I've traversed,
Threadded morasses thick with sweat and blood,
In the trackless sea of Doubt been immersed,
On pinnacle of Despair have balanc'd stood. —
Thinkers and Doers all have done the same
From golden Solomon to Schopenhauer
From Moses, the Law-giver, to Thomas Paine
Or Bonaparte, the fighting philosopher.
But the combination of the two is rare!
E'en rarer than Honesty under the sun —
For the Doer hates alway the Thinker's care
Whilest the Doer's dangers doth the Thinker shun,
This rarest O' combinations perfectly
In King David, the Historian may see.
Threadded morasses thick with sweat and blood,
In the trackless sea of Doubt been immersed,
On pinnacle of Despair have balanc'd stood. —
Thinkers and Doers all have done the same
From golden Solomon to Schopenhauer
From Moses, the Law-giver, to Thomas Paine
Or Bonaparte, the fighting philosopher.
But the combination of the two is rare!
E'en rarer than Honesty under the sun —
For the Doer hates alway the Thinker's care
Whilest the Doer's dangers doth the Thinker shun,
This rarest O' combinations perfectly
In King David, the Historian may see.
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