EPISODE

No matter what we dream,
What we dream is true.
No matter what doth seem,
God doth it view
And therefore it is
Real as all this.

No matter what we wish,
We have it elsewhere,
Now, e'er now and rich
Are we here of there.
Inside our felt I
God we self-descry.

Sometimes I think hope
May make this come true,
But I stop, I grope,
And life, fear and woe
Is all that remains.
Wherefore then these pains,

This unrest that thrills
With a possible joy,
All the pain that fills
Our hope till it cloy?
Wherefore this, wherefore
If all is unsure?

O give me a breeze
On a meadow land,
And let that breeze please
Nor I understand.
For all anguish is
A vague wish for bliss.