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l, nor enterprise, But strain to reach it; ay, with wrestlings stout And hopes that even in the dark will grow (Like plants in dungeons, reaching feelers out), And ploddings wary and slow. Is there such path already made to fit The measure of my foot? It shall atone For much, if I at length may light on it And know it for mine own. But is there none? why, then, 'tis more than well: And glad at heart myself will hew one out, Let me he only sure; for, sooth to tell, The sorest dole is doubt-- Doubt, a blank twilight of the heart, which mars All sweetest colors in its dimness same; A soul-mist, through whose rifts familiar stare Beholding, we misname. A ripple on the inner sea, which shakes Those images that on its breast reposed; A fold upon a wind-swayed flag, that breaks The motto it disclosed. O doubt! O doubt! I know my destiny; I feel thee fluttering bird-like in my breast; I cannot loose, but I will sing to thee, And flatter thee to rest. There is no certainty, "my bosom's guest," No proving for the things whereof ye wot; For, like the dead to sight unmanifest, They are, and they are not. But surely as they are, for God is truth, And as they are not, for we saw them die, So surely from the heaven drops light for youth, If youth will walk thereby. And can I see this light? It may be so; "But see it thus and thus," my fathers said. The living do not rule this world; ah no! It is the dead, the dead. Shall I be slave to every noble soul, Study the dead, and to their spirits bend; Or learn to read my own heart's folded scroll, And make self-rule my end? Thought from _without_--O shall I take on trust, And life from others modelled steal or win; Or shall I heave to light, and clear of rust My true life from _within_? O, let me be myself! But where, O where, Under this heap of precedent, this mound Of customs, modes, and maxims, cumbrance rare, Shall the Myself be found? O thou _Myself_, thy fathers thee debarred None of their wisdom, but their folly came Therewith; they smoothed thy path, but made it hard For thee to quit the same. With glosses they obscured God's natural truth, And with tradition tarnished His revealed; With vain protections they endangered youth, With layings bare they sealed. What aileth thee, myself? Alas! thy hands Are tied with old opini
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