by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674)
Intrada
Language: English
An empty book is like an Infant's Soul, in which anything may be written; it is capable of all things but containeth nothing. I have a mind to fill this with profitable wonders, and with those things which shall shew my Love. Things strange yet common, most high, yet plain: infinitely profitable, but not esteemed; Truths you love, but know not.
Authorship:
- by Thomas Traherne (1637? - 1674), based on Centuries of Meditation I:1.2.3.  [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Gerald Finzi (1901 - 1956), "Intrada", op. 13a no. 3, from To a poet, no. 3. [text verified 1 time]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 7
Word count: 61