What kind of thoughts now, do you carry
In your travels day by day
Are they bright and lofty visions,
Or neglected, gone astray?
Matters not how great in fancy,
Or what deeds of skill you’ve wrought;
Man, though high may be his station,
Is no better than his thoughts.
Catch your thoughts and hold them tightly,
Let each one an honor be;
Purge them, scourge them, burnish brightly,
Then in love set each one free.
I really liked this poem because I always have a lot of thoughts in my head and it’s always many different none really related but I always believe that thoughts are powerful. I see that the author is doing a lot of self reflection to notice her thoughts and ideas. I really like how the author kind of poses a question for the audience so they can reflect on themselves the same way.
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