DOUBT - Helen Hunt Jackson Poems


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  They bade me cast the thing away,
They pointed to my hands all bleeding,
They listened not to all my pleading;
  The thing I meant I could not say;
  I knew that I should rue the day
  If once I cast that thing away.

  I grasped it firm, and bore the pain;
The thorny husks I stripped and scattered;
If I could reach its heart, what mattered
  If other men saw not my gain,
  Or even if I should be slain?
  I knew the risks; I chose the pain.

  O, had I cast that thing away,
I had not found what most I cherish,
A faith without which I should perish,--
  The faith which, like a kernel, lay
  Hid in the husks which on that day
  My instinct would not throw away!