I awaken to fresh trial — by noon you will have delivered me.
Where once there was shame and ignominy, now my neighbors shout praise.
The lack will be filled.
All this you promised and I did not believe. Yet you kept your covenant even as I sat idle.
How, now, shall I serve you, that I trust what you have said? My fellows will decide for themselves what to believe and what to scorn.
Is it enough, now, that I quietly tend my fields?
(Letter #2,420)
