Knowledge and Wisdom

Knowledge and Wisdom are not so of kin
     That, would they wed, ye might forbid the banns;
     Neither so alien that their warring clans
Should mix in wordy conflict but to win 
Some petty triumph in th' arena's din.
     Knowledge, earth-born, the flame of Wisdom fans, 
     Whose spark is God's gift, but its nurture man's;
For still man's reverent soul its shrine hath been, 
To crowd the hungry brain with endless lore 
     That day by day no inward sense remoulds
Into fine wings above its realm to soar,
     Is but to crush the vase with what it holds, 
Beggar the miser with uncurrent wealth,
And spoil with myriad meats the gluttonous feeder's breath.