What doest thou? We called a willing halt
To find the answer which would make this clear.
So much hard work was done, and yet some fault
Still marred the project with intrinsic fear:
Some fault—then to our humbled view there gleamed
Awareness of the error. We had made
Such eager planning that each step had seemed
The height of worldly wisdom there displayed.
We had been idolizing things well done—
Material accomplishments—and pride
Had dimmed our eyes, till what was first begun
In Love's own pattern had been cast aside.
What doest thou? In Spirit's cleansing ray
We find Truth's guidance, and we know the way.
