Poems (Jackson)/Doubt

by Helen Hunt Jackson

For works with similar titles, see Doubt.

DOUBT.

HEY bade me cast the thing away,
They pointed to my hands all bleeding,
They listened not to all my pleading;
 The thing I meant I could not say;
 I knew that I should rue the day
 If once I cast that thing away.

 I grasped it firm, and bore the pain;
The thorny husks I stripped and scattered;
If I could reach its heart, what mattered
 If other men saw not my gain,
 Or even if I should be slain?
 I knew the risks; I chose the pain,

 O, had I cast that thing away,
I had not found what most I cherish,
A faith without which I should perish,—
 The faith which, like a kernel, lay
 Hid in the husks which on that day
 My instinct would not throw away!