Poems (Wordsworth, 1815)/Volume 2/Weak is the will of Man
IV.
"Weak is the will of Man, his judgment blind;
"Remembrance persecutes, and Hope betrays;
"Heavy is woe;—and joy, for human-kind,
"A mournful thing,—so transient is the blaze!"
Thus might he paint our lot of mortal days
Who wants the glorious faculty assigned
To elevate the more-than-reasoning Mind,
And colour life's dark cloud with orient rays.
Imagination is that sacred power,
Imagination lofty and refined:
'Tis hers to pluck the amaranthine Flower
Of Faith, and round the Sufferer's temples bind
Wreaths that endure affliction's heaviest shower,
And do not shrink from sorrow's keenest wind.