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- WHAT we, when face to face we see
- The Father of our souls, shall be,
- John tells us, doth not yet appear;
- Ah! did he tell what we are here!
- A mind for thoughts to pass into,
- A heart for loves to travel through,
- Five senses to detect things near,
- Is this the whole that we are here?
- Rules baffle instincts--instinct rules,
- Wise men are bad--and good are fools,
- Facts evil--wishes vain appear,
- We cannot go, why are we here?
- O may we for assurance's sake,
- Some arbitrary judgement take,
- And wilfully pronounce it clear,
- For this or that 'tis we are here?
- Or is it right, and will it do,
- To pace the sad confusion through,
- And say:--It doth not yet appear,
- What we shall be, what we are here?
- Ah yet, when all is thought and said,
- The heart still overrules the head;
- Still what we hope we must believe,
- And what is given us receive;
- Must still believe, for still we hope
- That in a world of larger scope,
- What here is faithfully begun
- Will be completed, not undone.
- My child, we still must think, when we
- That ampler life together see,
- Some true result will yet appear
- Of what we are, together, here.
- Arthur Hugh Clough
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