Soul and Mind.
Here at the glass I stand and wait
To meet that cold, proud gaze of thine,
Some questions I would put to thee,
So answer true, Soul of mine!
Lift up those clear, calm eyes to mine,
Calm eyes that search me thro’ and thro’,
And listen while I question thee,
O Soul of mine, and answer true.
Life is so full of mysteries
That are not understood by men.
So full of problems yet unsolved,
Too deep and vast for human ken.
Mine eyes, earth-blinded, vainly strive
To read each wondrous mystery,
But thou art heaven-born, they say,
O Soul! It must be plain to thee.
Then tell me, was it worth my while
To live thro’ all those dull, gray years,
With scarce a ray of joy or light
To lift the clouds of grief and tears.
When as a child I knew no wrong,
And hope within my heart beat high,
When faith in human kind was strong,
Soul! Were it not best to die?
