You should at times go out
from where the faithful kneel,
visit the slums of doubt
and feel what the lost feel;
you should at times walk on,
away from your friends' ways,
go where the scorned have gone,
pass beyond blame and praise;
and at times you should quit
(ah yes) your sunny home,
sadly awhile should sit,
even, in wrong's dark room,
or ever, suddenly,
by simple bliss betrayed,
you shall be forced to flee,
unloved, alone, afraid.
