To a Republican Friend, 1848<a href="endnotes.xhtml#note-9" id="noteref-9" epub:type="noteref">9</a> by Matthew Arnold

God knows it, I am with you. If to prize Those virtues, priz’d and practis’d by too few, But priz’d, but lov’d, but eminent in you, Man’s fundamental life: if to despise The barren optimistic sophistries Of comfortable moles, whom what they do Teaches the limit of the just and true⁠— And for such doing have no need of eyes: If sadness at the long heart-wasting show Wherein earth’s great ones are disquieted: If thoughts, not idle, while before me flow The armies of the homeless and unfed:⁠— If these are yours, if this is what you are, Then am I yours, and what you feel, I share.