An Allegory

A man once lay immured within a prison cell. The walls of darkened stone close-shut him in upon all sides. The narrow window, crossed by blackened bars, sifted the sunlight in scant, niggard rays. The door was also barred, and weighted well by heavy bolts and locks.

Long time he lay there thus, bemoaning his sad fate; and people passing by the door and window looked upon him with sad, pitying eyes, and some had kindly words of sympathy or tears for him; for his imprisonment was undeserved, since he had done no felony, but had become immured through mere mischance; and many had compassion on his plight, but knew no way to help him; and he groaned and prayed for death.

The Results of Obedience
November 26, 1904

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