Indeed indeed, I cannot tell,
Though I ponder on it well,
Which were easier to state,
All my love or all my hate.
Surely, surely, thou wilt trust me
When I say thou dost disgust me.
O, I hate thee with a hate
That would fain annihilate;
Yet sometimes against my will,
My dear friend, I love thee still.
It were treason to our love,
And a sin to God above,
One iota to abate
Of a pure impartial hate.
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Sounds as if this man is honest with himself, given to prejuduce of someone/something of the time. Perhaps he was sued for NOT using real electricity in his hutch in the woods. He was a naturalist. I've read that either HE or someone who lived like him took quite a lingual beating (worded of that time..heheh) by those who were interested in his riverbend lifestyle.
He and his wife and PIANO floating down the Missouri river to their little place in the woods.
Enjoyed its unbiased self-examination!
sigh. Folks don't have such discernment these days, I'm afraid.
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this written very well, even if it isn't my style, and it hits the rights spot, reminds me that people have been going through these things forever.
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