Jeremy Carlisle by Edgar Lee Masters — Read

Passer-by, sin beyond any sin / Is the sin of blindness of souls to other souls.

And joy beyond any joy is the joy / Of having the good in you seen, and seeing the good / At the miraculous moment!

Here I confess to a lofty scorn, / And an acrid skepticism.

But do you remember the liquid that Penniwit / Poured on tintypes, making them blue / With a mist like hickory smoke?

Then how the picture began to clear / Till the face came forth like life?

So you appeared to me, neglected ones, / And enemies too, as I went along / With my face growing clearer to you as yours / Grew clearer to me.

We were ready then to walk together / And sing in chorus and chant the dawn / Of life that is wholly life.