Swords and Plowshares/Hearts
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DO I smile?
Does my face show my joy in spite of all effort to conceal it?
And you can not guess my good fortune?
No; I have not picked up a purse, nor inherited an estate, nor won a race, nor had a manuscript accepted.
I have only found a new friend.
I have spun another golden thread out of my heart to bind me to my fellows.
II
I THANK God for the hearts that are drawn close to mine.
I love the feel of them.
They may be across the seas.
A letter, a word repeated, a bit of print, may be the only hint I have of them.
I may not know their names nor they mine.
And yet I feel them clustering close.
I would not live in the same house with them nor meet them vulgarly every day, for I might be deluded into deeming them mere humdrum people.
There are no humdrum people.
But I know those best whom I have only known at their best and whose hearts are drawn close to mine.
Does my face show my joy in spite of all effort to conceal it?
And you can not guess my good fortune?
No; I have not picked up a purse, nor inherited an estate, nor won a race, nor had a manuscript accepted.
I have only found a new friend.
I have spun another golden thread out of my heart to bind me to my fellows.
II
I THANK God for the hearts that are drawn close to mine.
I love the feel of them.
They may be across the seas.
A letter, a word repeated, a bit of print, may be the only hint I have of them.
I may not know their names nor they mine.
And yet I feel them clustering close.
I would not live in the same house with them nor meet them vulgarly every day, for I might be deluded into deeming them mere humdrum people.
There are no humdrum people.
But I know those best whom I have only known at their best and whose hearts are drawn close to mine.