Let others probe the mystery if they can.
Time-harried prisoners of Shall and Will --
The right thing happens to the happy man.
The bird flies out, the bird flies back again:
The hill becomes the valley, and is still;
Let others delve that mystery if they can.
God bless the roots! -- Body and soul are one!
The small become the great, the great the small;
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Child of the dark, he can out leap the sun,
His being single, and that being all;
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Or he sits still, a solid figure when
The self-destructive shake the common wall;
Takes to himself what mystery he can.
And, praising change as the slow night comes on,
Wills what he would, surrendering his will
Till mystery is no more: No more he can.
The right thing happens to the happy man.
Courtesy – http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com
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