The Thyme and Marjoram Are Not Yet Honey

His genius was better than his talent. He knew the worth of the imagination for the uplifting and consolation of human life. His riddles were worth the reading, and I confide that if at any time I do not understand the expression it is yet just. All readers of Walden will remember his mythical record of his disappointments. The fact you tell is of no value, but only the impression. Such was the wealth of his truth, that it was not worth his while to use words in vain. And still more in these religious lines. Now chiefly is my natal hour, and only now my prime of life. I will not doubt the love untold, which not my worth