Not Understood. We move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life. And then we fall asleep----
Not understood.

Not Understood. We gather false impressions,
And then hug them closer as the years go by,
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fal, and live and die—
Not understood.

Not Understood. Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants by their narrow gauge;
The poison shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled ‘gainst those who mould the age—
Not understood.

Not Understanding. The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbor, and they often go
Not understood.

Not Understood. How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight—
Not understood.

Not Understood. How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy! Ah, day to day
How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away—
Not understood.

O God! That men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see;
O God! That men would draw a little nearer
To one another; they’d be nearer Thee—
And Understood!

Thomas Bracken.

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