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THE TWO VOICES.
A STILL small voice spake unto me, “ Thou art so full of misery,
Were it not better not to be?”
Then to the still small voice I said ; “Let me not cast in endless shade
What is so wonderfully made."
To which the voice did urge reply: “ To-day I saw the dragon-fly Come from the wells where he did lie.
“ An inner impulse rent the veil
Of his old husk : from head to tail
“ He dried his wings: like gauze they grew: Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew A living flash of light he flew.”
I said, “When first the world began,
“She gave him mind, the lordliest Proportion, and, above the rest, Dominion in the head and breast.”
Thereto the silent voice replied : “ Self-blinded are you by your pride ;
Look up thro' night: the world is wide.
“ This truth within thy mind rehearse,
“ Think you this mould of hopes and fears
It spake, moreover, in my mind : “Tho' thou wert scatter'd to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind.”
Then did my response clearer fall : “ No compound of this earthly ball Is like another, all in all."
To which he answer'd scoffingly; “Good soul! suppose I grant it thee,
Who 'll weep for thy deficiency?
" Or will one beam be less intense,
When thy peculiar difference
I would have said, “Thou canst not know," But my full heart, that work'd below, Rain'd thro' my sight its overflow.
Again the voice spake unto me : “ Thou art so steep'd in misery,
Surely 't were better not to be.