Classic Poem

'Tis good to keep hinderward eyes
For the lessons in paths we have trod;
'Tis good to be wary & wise,
—Why linger so long on the way?
All that is no more than to say—
'Tis good to be Clodd!

The Buddha, with head like the crown
Of an infant or pea in a pod,
Immersed in the study hued brown;
Uprises at length on a start,
Nirvana rejects from his heart—
‘I'd rather be Clodd!’