Your simple words:
Our feelings should not be our guide
Have done for me
What hours and days of thought could not.
I've racked my brain
To know what step I next should take,
But now I see my duty plain
And clear; laid out before me like
A straight and even, well-made road.
Which leads me out from all this doubt
Of what is right for me to do.

I now can see
How that the passions of my heart
So long pent up, when given vent
Rose like a mist to cloud my brain,
And made me so unfit to think.
I could not think, decide or act,
But all my sense seemed in a whirl
And when my reason urged me
To do the right, some foolish thought
Sprang from my heart and told me, No.
And now I know the foulest foe
To reason, one that renders blunt
The edge and keenness of the mind,
Is the hot passion of the heart.
'Tis but too true,
Men's passions often make them look
And do what, in their minds,
They would condemn,
And what you add — " Just for my sake "
Now makes my duty far more sweet.
It is not now an irksome task
I must perform without reward.
For my reward comes in the act
Of doing what you wish.