"POET’S CORNER
THE MYSTERY OF THE MIND
The mind of man is a mystery to me;
I dare not fathom its complexity;
For deep in the brain there is often found
A twisted tangle of things unsound.
He that delves in the forbidden recesses
Finds that which distresses, tangles, possesses.
He that treads these treacherous trails
Attempts understanding—to no avail.
Yet do not despair without further perception ;
Somewhere are imbedded the gems of exception;
Search if you dare—perhaps you may find
One shining soul steeped in peace of mind.
If you succeed where I may fail, Condemn me not, mark well the trail;
For bitterly I find in man of late Not the temple of love,—but the storehouse of hate!
Shir-Lee Crosby ’53"
