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THE HOUR-GLASS
Only in spiritual terror can the Truth
Come through the broken mind—as the pease burst
Out of a broken pease-cod.
[He clutches Bridget as she is going.
Say to them,
That Nature would lack all in her most need,
Could not the soul find truth as in a flash,
Upon the battle-field, or in the midst
Of overwhelming waves, and say to them—
But no, they would but answer as I bid.
Bridget
You want somebody to get up an argument with.
Wise Man
Look out and see if there is any one
There in the street—I cannot leave the glass,
