IV.

_Willie speaks._

Then put me in the way,

For you, papa, are a man:

What thing shall I do this very day?--

Only be sure I _can_.

I want to know--I am willing,

Let me at least have a chance!

Shall I give the monkey-boy my shilling?--

I want to serve at once.

_The Father answers._

Give all your shillings you might

And hurt your brothers the more;

He only can serve his fellows aright

Who goes in at the little door.

We must do the thing we _must_

Before the thing we _may;_

We are unfit for any trust

Till we can and do obey.

_Willie speaks._

I will try more and more;

I have nothing now to ask;

_Obedience_ I know is the little door:

Now set me some hard task.

_The Father answers._

No, Willie; the father of all,

Teacher and master high,

Has set your task beyond recall,

Nothing can set it by.

_Willie speaks._

What is it, father dear,

That he would have me do?

I'd ask himself, but he's not near,

And so I must ask you!

_The Father answers._

Me 'tis no use to ask,

I too am one of his boys!

But he tells each boy his own plain task;

Listen, and hear his voice.

_Willie speaks._

Father, I'm listening _so_

To hear him if I may!

His voice must either be very low,

Or very far away!

_The Father answers._

It is neither hard to hear,

Nor hard to understand;

It is very low, but very near,

A still, small, strong command.

_Willie answers._

I do not hear it at all;

I am only hearing you!

_The Father speaks._

Think: is there nothing, great or small,

You ought to go and do?

_Willie answers._

Let me think:--I ought to feed

My rabbits. I went away

In such a hurry this morning! Indeed

They've not had enough to-day!

_The Father speaks._

That is his whisper low!

That is his very word!

You had only to stop and listen, and so

Very plainly you heard!

That duty's the little door:

You must open it and go in;

There is nothing else to do before,

There is nowhere else to begin.

_Willie speaks._

But that's so easily done!

It's such a trifling affair!

So nearly over as soon as begun.

For that he can hardly care!

_The Father answers._

You are turning from his call

If you let that duty wait;

You would not think any duty small

If you yourself were great.

The nearest is at life's core;

With the first, you all begin:

What matter how little the little door

If it only let you in?

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