Moment poetic
Thursday, 24 December, Year 7 d.Tr. | Author: Mircea Popescu
All Nature is but Art, unknown to thee;
All chance, direction which thou canst not see.
All discord, harmony not understood,
All partial evil, universal good.
And, spite of pride, in erring reason's spite,
One truth is clear : whatever is, is right.i
Category: Zsilnic