There are two voices with me in the night, <br />Easing my grief. The God of Israel saith, <br />``I am the Lord thy God which vanquisheth. <br />See that thou walk unswerving in my sight, <br />So shall thy enemies thy footstool be. <br />I will avenge.'' Then wake I suddenly, <br />And, as a man new armoured for the fight, <br />I shout aloud against my enemy. <br /> <br />Anon, another speaks, a voice of care <br />With sorrow laden and akin to grief, <br />``My son,'' it saith, ``What is my will with thee? <br />The burden of my sorrows thou shalt share. <br />With thieves thou too shalt be accounted thief, <br />And in my kingdom thou shalt sup with me.''<br /><br />Wilfrid Scawen Blunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-two-voices/
