SAINTE-NITOUCHE
"Forgive me! and your ignorance:
Could you but have the vision here
That I have, you would understand
As I do that all ways are clear
"For those who dare to follow them
With earnest eyes and honest feet.
But Sainte-Nitouche has made the way
For me, and I shall find it sweet.
"Sweet with a bitter sting left? Yes,
Bitter enough, God knows, at first;
But there are more steep ways than one
To make the best look like the worst;
"And here is mine the dark and hard,
For me to follow, trust, and hold:
And worship, so that I may leave
No broken story to be told.
"Therefore I welcome what may come,
Glad for the days, the nights, the years."-
An upward flash of ember-flame
Revealed the gladness in his tears.
"You see them, but you know," said he,
"Too much to be incredulous:
You know the day that makes us wise,
The moment that makes fools of us.
"So I shall follow from now on
The road that she has found for me :
The dark and starry way that leads
Right upward, and eternally.
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