Posted by Admin on 26 June 2006, 12:00 am
Our greatest Empire poet said
the ways to take are three,
then changed to four this triad,
and opted for the sea –
but we declare his sum untrue
and therefore postulate but two –
to listen to the Master’s voice
or to the body’s call,
that whispers there’s no other choice,
of pleasure mine comprises all.
But in this life the sages know
it is the mind that rules always,
providing for youth’s afterglow –
those tranquil nights, contented days:
for cultured minds have no regrets,
unless for Albion’s decline,
where evil agents spread their nets,
their willing captives to entwine,
whose destiny the Tempter shapes,
persuading them to live like apes.
T. C. Hudson
© T. C. Hudson.
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