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I sought Him where my logic led.
“This friend is always sure and right,
His lantern is sufficient light. . . .
I need no star,” I said.

I sought Him in the city square.
Logic and I went up and down
The market-place of many a town,
And He was never there.

I tracked Him to the Mind’s far rim.
The valiant intellect went forth
To east and west and south and north.
And found no trace of Him !

We walked the world from sun to sun,
Logic and I, with little faith;
But never came to Nazareth,
Or found the Holy One.

I sought in vain. And finally
Back to the Heart’s small house I crept,
And fell upon my knees and wept,
And lo, He came to me!

Sarah Henderson Hay