Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, FRIENDSHIP, by CONSTANCE CAROLINE WOODHILL NADEN



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First Line: The human soul that crieth at thy gates
Last Line: And that is dead.
Subject(s): Friendship


THE human soul that crieth at thy gates,
Of man or woman, alien or akin,
'Tis thine own Self that for admission waits --
Rise, let it in.

Bid not thy guest but sojourn and depart;
Keep him, if so it may be, till the end,
If thou have strength and purity of heart
To be his friend.

Not only, at bright morn, to wake his mind
With noble thoughts, and send him forth with song,
Nor only, when night falls, his wounds to bind;
But all day long

To help with love, with labour, and with lore,
To triumph when, by others' aid, he wins,
To carry all his sorrows, and yet more --
To bear his sins;

To keep a second conscience in thine own,
Which suffers wound on wound, yet strongly lives,
Which takes no bribe of tender look or tone,
And yet forgives.

But, should some mortal vileness blast with death
Thy love for comrade, leader, kinsman, wife --
Seek no elixir to restore false breath,
And loathsome life.

Thy love is slain -- thou canst not make it whole
With all thy store of wine, and oil, and bread:
Some passions are but flesh -- thine had a soul,
And that is dead.






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