Poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I Didn’t Think

If all the troubles in the world
   Were traced back to their start,
We’d find not one in ten begun
   From want of willing heart.
But there’s a sly, woe-working elf
   Who lurks about youth’s brink,
And sure dismay he brings alway--
   The elf, ’I didn’t think.’

He seems so sorry when he’s caught;
   His mien is all contrite;
He so regrets the woe he wrought,
   And wants to make things right.
But wishes do not heal a wound
   Or weld a broken link;
The heart aches on, the link is gone,
   All through--’I didn’t think.’

I half believe that ugly sprite,
   Bold, wicked, ’I don’t care,’
In life’s long run less harm has done
   Because he is so rare;
And one can be so stern with him,
   Can make the monster shrink;
But, lack a day, what can we say
   To whining ’Didn’t think’?

This most unpleasant imp of strife
   Pursues us everywhere.
There’s scarcely one whole day of life
   He does not cause us care;
Small woes and great he brings the world,
   Strong ships are forced to sink,
And trains from iron track are hurled, alack,
   By stupid ’Didn’t think.’

When brain is comrade to the heart,
   And heart from soul draws grace,
’I didn’t think will quick depart
   For lack of resting-place.
If from that great, unselfish stream,
   The Golden Rule we drink,
We’ll keep God’s laws, and have no cause
   To say ’I didn’t think.’

1. The Birth of the Orchid
2. The Call (All wantonly in hours of joy)
3. Be Not Attached
4. Behold the Earth
5. The Black Charger

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