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Ralph Waldo Emerson - The Park

The prosperous and beautiful
To me seem not to wear
The yoke of conscience masterful,
Which galls me everywhere.

I cannot shake off the god;
On my neck he makes his seat;
I look at my face in the glass,
My eyes his eye-balls meet.

Enchanters! enchantresses!
Your gold makes you seem wise:
The morning mist within your grounds
More proudly rolls, more softly lies.

Yet spake yon purple mountain,
Yet said yon ancient wood,
That night or day, that love or crime
Lead all souls to the Good.

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Poet: Ralph Waldo Emerson
Poem: The Park

Comment 1 of 1, added on December 7th, 2008 at 8:25 AM.

Purely what I felt was meant by the poem:

The Rich don't have God. The poor as himself (Emerson) do. He's inside him.

The Devil seem wise but has nothing but lies.

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The truly wise-the nature, the entire creation subject to God leads everyone back to God.




John from United States

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