Love and Wisdom by Rhoda Tabor
Don't think that love must take a second place
When knowledge finds her seat upon the throne;
we human hearts would have a sorry time
were knowledge left to rule and reign alone.
What man would care for all is hoarded gold-
what sage would care for all her wisdom rare,
were there no kindred hearts upon the earth
to love him aught, or in his love share.
Love may be overshadowed oftentimes,
when knowledge quickly springs into the light
and flaunts her verdant draperies in the breeze,
like Jonah's gourd, that grew up in a night.
And, too, like Jonah's gourd, she droops and dies
while worms of discontent gnaw at her heart,
If love sit not beside her on the throne
in weal or woe to share an equal part.
Man does not love a slave, nor yet, forsooth,
an underling that grovels at his feet;
he needs an equal in his loving mate
that heart to heart on mutual ground may meet.
I don't know if this is related, but when I first heard the riddle of the head waiter, I thought throne for some reason. Maybe, our staff and event writers are getting political on us.