Brooks--"One Wants a Teller"

One wants a teller in a time like this

One’s not a man, one’s not a woman grown

To bear enormous business all alone.

One cannot walk this winding street with pride

Straight-shouldered, tranquil-eyed,

Knowing one knows for sure the way back home.

One wonders if one has a home.

One is not certain if or why or how.

One wants a Teller now:

Put on your rubbers and you won’t catch a cold

Here’s hell, there’s heaven. Go to Sunday School

Be patient, time brings all good things – (and cool

Stong balm to calm the burning at the brain?)

Behold,

Love’ true, and triumphs; and God’s actual.