For works with similar titles, see Thoughts.
THOUGHTS
Words cannot change my worth
Within God's sight;
I stand the same whatever you have said;
Those cruel words will fall back on your head,
To ban and blight,
Because there are white angels overhead
To guard the right.
Within God's sight;
I stand the same whatever you have said;
Those cruel words will fall back on your head,
To ban and blight,
Because there are white angels overhead
To guard the right.
Because there are white angels 'round about
The truth of things
In their still tents where lurks no darksome doubt
Or lie with wings;
And love walks clothed in radiance in and out,
And softly sings;
Can mere opinions change gold into brass
Or make a diamond paste?
Then let the unjust judgment pass
Like worthless waste.
The truth of things
In their still tents where lurks no darksome doubt
Or lie with wings;
And love walks clothed in radiance in and out,
And softly sings;
Can mere opinions change gold into brass
Or make a diamond paste?
Then let the unjust judgment pass
Like worthless waste.