The Impercipient

(at a Cathedral Service)

  THAT from this bright believing band
  An outcast I should be,
  That faiths by which my comrades stand
  Seem fantasies to me,
  And mirage-mists their Shining Land,
  Is a drear destiny.

  Why thus my soul should be consigned
  To infelicity,
  Why always I must feel as blind
  To sights my brethren see,
  Why joys they've found I cannot find,
  Abides a mystery.

  Since heart of mine knows not that ease
  Which they know; since it be
  That He who breathes All's Well to these
  Breathes no All's Well to me,
  My lack might move their sympathies
  And Christian charity!

  I am like a gazer who should mark
  An inland company
  Standing upfingered, with, "Hark! hark!
  The glorious distant sea!"
  And feel, "Alas, 'tis but yon dark
  And wind-swept pine to me!"

  Yet I would bear my shortcomings
  With meet tranquillity,
  But for the charge that blessed things
  I'd liefer have unbe.

  O, doth a bird deprived of wings
  Go earth-bound wilfully!
  . . . .
  Enough. As yet disquiet clings
  About us. Rest shall we.

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