Speak the word, name the name from out all names,
Which, if,—as doubtless strong illusions are,
And strange disguisings whereby truth seems false,
And, since I am but man, I dare not do
God's work until assured I see with God,—
If I should bring my lips to breathe that name
And they be innocent,—nay, by one mere touch
Of innocence redeemed from utter guilt,—
That name will bar the door and bid fate pass.
I will not say 'It is a messenger,