Man hath still either toys or care: But hath no root, nor to one place is tied, but ever restless and irregular, about this earth doth run and ride. He knows he hath a home, but scarce knows where; He says it is so far, that he has quite forgot how to go there.
Published on February 25, 2016 , under Quotes
Love It 0Source: Man (Poem) By Henry Vaughan (1622–1695).
