You firmly believed that the Call always
comes at the Right Moment: that Incompletion
Here, finds its Completement There: that every
human Life holds--like the Palace of Aladdin--its
unfinished Window: that the finite mind,
hampered by its mortality, is a clog to any
Completion, to any Earthly Perfection.
Therefore, feeling, believing, as you did Here,
now knowing, as you must _know_ There,
this Man rejoices, and is exceeding Glad,
That All Is Well With You!
O! James Whitcomb Riley
Your Nature-on the surface--was
Simple, Honest, Open, Direct.
It was all of that but--it was More!
It was deeper than Tears!
It was wider than Laughter!
It was more profound, more subtle,
than either your spoken Word.
or, your written, your printed Thought.
You were infinitely better than the
Very Best that you ever did!
High Praise, but True!
Your nature was strangely Complex:
There was the Man!
There was the Poet!
There was the Mystic!
The Man could be known--and was--of all men.
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