by Mrs. Valentine Bartholomew [Ann Charlotte Bartholomew].
Originally published in Howitt's Journal (William & Mary Howitt) vol.2 #42 (16 Oct 1847).
Scorn not the Poet's wildest lay,
But rather think your own eyes dim;
The light of inspiration may
Seem faint to you, but bright to him.
How can you tell but some great plan
May in his high-wrought fancies lie,
To benefit his fellow-man,
And teach him how to live—not die.
Think your own judgment may be weak—
Your heart not trained to comprehend
The earnest truth which others seek,
To make themselves the world's best friend.
Fling not your taunts upon the schemes
Of those who labour for your good;
Reject not that which idle seems,
Because by you not understood.