SONG I. The Thorns of Error
Boethius · The Consolation of Philosophy · 39 of 90
SONG I.
The Thorns of Error.
Who fain would sow the fallow field,And see the growing corn,
Must first remove the useless weeds,
The bramble and the thorn.
After ill savour, honey's taste
Is to the mouth more sweet;
After the storm, the twinkling stars
The eyes more cheerly greet.
When night hath past, the bright dawn comes
In car of rosy hue;
So drive the false bliss from thy mind,
And thou shall see the true.
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