The air smells of burning incense,
Thick with the fog of words;
And again the bearded man reports-
“Aye, knowledge comes but wisdom lingers.”
Years have passed so the trees know,
Daylight comes and darkness goes;
Underneath the tree of wisdom,
Creepers like you and I grow.
Sans witness is the dominion here,
The midday sun casts no shadow;
Late in the day the man behind him grows;
And at night he disappears for the morrow.
Such is the tale of human conquest,
Where knowledge may stay alive;
Dead is the man who sleeps below,
A green cool tree at night!
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