What we, when face to face we see <br />The Father of our souls, shall be, <br />John tells us, doth not yet appear; <br />Ah! did he tell what we are here! <br /> <br />A mind for thoughts to pass into, <br />A heart for loves to travel through, <br />Five senses to detect things near, <br />Is this the whole that we are here? <br /> <br />Rules baffle instincts--instinct rules, <br />Wise men are bad--and good are fools, <br />Facts evil--wishes vain appear, <br />We cannot go, why are we here? <br /> <br />O may we for assurance's sake, <br />Some arbitrary judgement take, <br />And wilfully pronounce it clear, <br />For this or that 'tis we are here? <br /> <br />Or is it right, and will it do, <br />To pace the sad confusion through, <br />And say:--It doth not yet appear, <br />What we shall be, what we are here? <br /> <br />Ah yet, when all is thought and said, <br />The heart still overrules the head; <br />Still what we hope we must believe, <br />And what is given us receive; <br /> <br />Must still believe, for still we hope <br />That in a world of larger scope, <br />What here is faithfully begun <br />Will be completed, not undone. <br /> <br />My child, we still must think, when we <br />That ampler life together see, <br />Some true result will yet appear <br />Of what we are, together, here.<br /><br />Arthur Hugh Clough<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-a-glass-darkly/
