Seek not the Spirit, if it hide, <br />Inexorable to thy zeal: <br />Baby, do not whine and chide; <br />Art thou not also real? <br />Why should'st thou stoop to poor excuse? <br />Turn on the Accuser roundly; say, <br />"Here am I, here will I remain <br />Forever to myself soothfast, <br />Go thou, sweet Heaven, or, at thy pleasure stay."— <br />Already Heaven with thee its lot has cast, <br />For it only can absolutely deal.<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sursum-corda/
