Mankind Poem by John Dryden

Mankind

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Men are but children of a larger growth;
Our appetites are apt to change as theirs,
And full as craving too, and full as vain;
And yet the soul, shut up in her dark room,
Viewing so clear abroad, at home sees nothing;
But, like a mole in earth, busy and blind,
Works all her folly up, and casts it outward
To the world's open view.

Monday, April 12, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: children
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Mizzy ........ 03 September 2016

Much wisdom and advice within.

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