Wednesday
Thou has done well, perhaps,
To lift the bright disguise
And lay the bitter truth
Before our shrinking eyes.
When evil crawls below
What seems so bright and fair,
Thine eyes are keen and true
To find the serpent there:
And yet- I turn away-
Thy task is not divine,-
The evil angels look
On earth with eyes like thine.
Thou hast done well, perhaps,
To show how closely wound
Dark threads of Sin and Self
With our best deeds are found;-
How great and noble hearts
Striving for lofty aims
Have still some earthly chord
A meaner spirit claims;-
And yet- although thy task
Is well and fairly done,-
Methinks for such as thou
There is a holier one.
A. Procter
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