Healing and Hypnotherapy Volume 2, Issue 7, (January 1, 2018) | Page 2

A Charecter
I marvel how Nature could ever find space
For so many strange contrasts in one human face:
There is thought and no thought, and there is paleness and
bloom
And bustle and sluggishness, pleasure and gloom.
There is weakness, and strength both redundant and vain;
Such strength as, if ever affliction and pain
Could pierce through a temper that is soft to disease,
Would be rational peace--a philosopher©s ease.
There is indifference, alike when he fails or succeeds,
And attention full ten times as much as there is needs;
Pride where there is no envy, there is so much of joy;
And mildness, and spirit both forward and coy.
There is freedom, and sometimes a diffident stare
Of shame scarcely seeming to know that she is there,
There is virtue, the title it surely may claim,
Yet wants heaven knows what to be worthy the name.
This picture from nature may seem to depart,
Yet the Man would at once run away with your heart;
And I for five centuries right gladly would be
Such an odd such a kind happy creature as he.
William Wordsworth