Worldly Wisdom
If it were in my dead Past?s power
To let my Present bask
In some lost pleasure for an hour,
This is the boon I?d ask:
Re-pedestal from out the dust
Where long ago ?twas hurled,
My beautiful incautious trust
In this unworthy world.
The symbol of my souls own truth ?
I saw it go with tears ?
The sweet unwisdom of my youth ?
That vanished with the years.
Since knowledge brings us only grief,
I would return again
To happy ignorance and belief
In motives and in men.
For worldly wisdom learned in pain
Is in itself a cross,
Significant mayhap of gain,
Yet sign of saddest loss.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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