Their natural joy and instinct prime. 

 Not such as those who planned to nought 

 And groped (wise fools!) beyond their ken 

 Scarce knowing what they loved or sought— 

 Those subtle growths, those weary men— 

 Shall dwell earth's inexperienced brood 

 In natural joy and instinct prime; 

 But without evil, without good, 

 Be each new moment, not all time. 

 Jungles shall grow where cities stood, 

 The mighty rivers roar unbridged 

 The hungry tiger seek his food, 

 Save for thy bidding, privileged, 

 Where (weary subtle growths) we bore 

 Our burden of humanity; 

 For conscious mind shall work no more 

 And man himself have ceased to be. 

 SONGS. 

 

 The Palmer's Song. 

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