Ralph Waldo Emerson

(1803 - 1882 / Boston / United States)

Forebearance - Poem by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Hast thou named all the birds without a gun;
Loved the wood-rose, and left it on its stalk;
At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse;
Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust;
And loved so well a high behavior
In man or maid, that thou from speech refrained,
Nobility more nobly to repay?—
O be my friend, and teach me to be thine!

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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