Fears and Scruples Here's my case. Of old I used to love him. This same unseen friend, before I knew: Dream there was none like him, none above him,-- Wake to hope and trust my dream was true. Loved I not his letters full of beauty? Not his actions famous far and wide? Absent, he would know I vowed him duty, Present, he would find me at his side. Pleasant fancy! for I had but letters, Only knew of actions by hearsay: He himself was busied with my betters; What of that? My turn must come some day. 'Some day' proving--no day! Here's the puzzle. Passed and passed my turn is. Why complain? He's so busied! If I could but muzzle People's foolish mouths that give me pain! 'Letters?' (hear them!) 'You a judge of writing? Ask the experts!--How they shake the head O'er these characters, your friend's inditing-- Call them forgery from A to Z ! 'Actions? Where's your certain proof' (they bother) 'He, of all you find so great and good, He, he only, claims this, that, the other Action--claimed by men, a multitude?' I can simply wish I might refute you, Wish my friend would,--by a word, a wink,-- Bid me stop that foolish mouth,--you brute you! He keeps absent,--why, I cannot think. Never mind! Tho' foolishness may flout me. One thing's sure enough; 'tis neither frost, No, nor fire, shall freeze or burn from out me Thanks for truth--tho' falsehood, gained--tho' lost. All my days, I'll go the softlier, sadlier, For that dream's sake! How forget the thrill Thro' and thro' me as I thought, 'The gladlier Lives my friend because I love him still!' Ah, but there's a menace some one utters! 'What and if your friend at home play tricks? Peep at hide-and-seek behind the shutters? Mean your eyes should pierce thro' solid bricks? 'What and if he, frowning, wake you, dreamy? Lay on you the blame that bricks--conceal? Say '_At least I saw who did not see me, Does see now, and presently shall feel_'?' 'Why, that makes your friend a monster!' say you; 'Had his house no window? At first nod, Would you not have hailed him?' Hush, I pray you! What if this friend happen to be--God? |
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