November 25

Till I am one, with oneness manifold,

I must breed contradiction, strife, and doubt;

Things tread Thy court—look real—take proving hold—

My Christ is not yet grown to cast them out;

Alas! to me, false-judging 'twixt the twain,

The Unseen oft fancy seems, while, all about,

The Seen doth lord it with a mighty train.