The Philosopher Poem by Edward Rowland Sill
The Philosopher
HIS wheel of logic whirled and spun all day;
All day he held his system, grinding it
Finer and finer, till 't was fined away.
But the chance sparks of sense and mother-wit,
Flung out, as that wheel-logic spun and whirled,
Kindled the nations, and lit up the world.
Monday, September 13, 2010
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