Classic Poem

I HEARD Him with the hearing of the ears;
I saw Him with the seeing of the eyes;
And therefore am I learned, am I wise —
Not like the watchers of the long dark years,
The idle dreamers and unseeing seers,
Whose bootless cries, importunate and vain,
Vexed the dumb heavens that answered not again,
Who searched the dark abysses through their tears,
And saw no light. And I have heard and seen —
I stood before the Master face to face;
I heard him call. But he , the child of shame,
The dull unlettered churl, the poor and mean,
The common fellow of the market place,
The Master bade him follow. And he came.