INNER CONSCIENCE

Who will listen to my mournful, brooding, mute, mumbling words: Judge me not in vain - I have striven for the True and the Good, To mingle the more inwardly vulnerable worlds With the real, which from without, as the tormenting fear of ceaselessness, Has often surrounded me, - To be the forerunner of newer, more fantastic things, if perhaps the weak-eyed blind eye of this Age May wonder at them!

Why have these two voices, seldom heard, become a peculiar gift to this fate so unmeasured?! O! Outward and inward voice, thou divine spark! A eureka spark to be reinvented. From the sediments of my ancient land, Thou alone canst secretly answer the lark's voice that calls thee! Between man and man, the many ordas-titles of this oppressive Existence are being tightened, and how many walls of self-defence, built up by a percentage of self-defence, would have to be torn down, before the gates of complicated souls could open at last, as a promise of unconditional trust!

Of the two voices that speak to us in particular, the word is other than inner adjustment! Why is humanism a total bankruptcy s cuckoo? Because within the heart speaks to us as the instinct-source of its desires, while our open mouths chatter the easily volatile intellect! A disjointed wave of eccentric fancy-talks - yet from a single root-root; thou sayest and confessest thine own inner answers, which thou hast uttered to thyself?

And wouldst thou rather answer to him alone, clearly and plainly, when his interrogating eye beckons thee to ask, or tell the truth to another? Who in common tones, yet to one vibration alternately speak, Exchange deep thoughts, and attune their delicately cherished desires.

Does reason keep a separate order among these other voices? Help us, who in ourselves may have been deceived sinners, to confess with faith and sincerity what we have agreed upon!