Seer Blest! Poem by Etienne Charilaou

In wisdom I delight
I find it calms my fright.

A contrary voice can proclaim
that words of wisdom
with real life have no aim.
But how else build a kingdom?

A few flowers bloom.
They are out of season,
and where before ‘twas ‘pathetic bloom',
now ‘brave', I say, is my reason.

Children in bed will have a story.
For only pure enchanted joy -
that is their glory!

A child will know
but cannot say.
The things of most import
are thus hidden away.