I have builded my hut
Upon the stone of conviction.
I have latched it with doubt!
Aye, and fagotted mine fire
With burning discourse.
In this I have announced myself a fool.
I have made sure of the material
With which I constructed.
Yea, and the thing I have named my cot
Is neither a hearth nor a pillow-
Neither comfortful nor secluded;
For he who entereth must lift
The latch of my doubt, and become comforted
In the dancing shadows of the hearth!
(Patience Worth)
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