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THOUGHT by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY

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First Line: STAY, WINGED THOUGHT! I FAIN WOULD QUESTION THEE
Last Line: THOSE SKY-REPORTING HERALDS. MAKE THEM FRIENDS!

'By thy thoughts thou shalt be judged."

STAY, winged thought! I fain would question thee;
Though thy bright pinion is less palpable
Than filmy gossamer, more swift in flight
Than light's transmitted ray.
Art thou a friend?
Thou wilt not answer me. Thou hast no voice
For mortal ear. Thy language is with God.
-- I fear thee. Thou'rt a subtle husbandman,
Sowing thy little seed, of good or ill,
In the moist, unsunn'd surface of the heart.
But what thou there in secresy dost plant
Stands with its ripe fruit at the judgment-day.
-- What hast thou dared to leave within my breast?
Tell me thy ministry in that lock'd cell
Of which I keep the key, till Death shall come.
Knowest thou that I must give account for thee?
Disrobe thee of thy mystery, and show
What witness thou hast borne to the high Judge.
-- Oh Man! so prodigal of words, in deeds
Oft wise and wary, lest thy brother worm
Should hang thereon his echo-taunt of shame,
How dar'st thou trifle with all-fearful thought?
-- Beware of thoughts. They whisper to the heavens.
Though mute to thee, they prompt the diamond pen
Of the recording angel.
Make them friends!
Those dread seed-planters for Eternity,
Those sky-reporting heralds. Make them friends!



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