All jargon of the schools.
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.
From ignorance our comfort flows.
The only wretched are the wise.
All jargon of the schools.
Our hopes, like towering falcons, aim
At objects in an airy height;
The little pleasure of the game
Is from afar to view the flight.
From ignorance our comfort flows.
The only wretched are the wise.