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HONESTY

Love-struck throstle in the pine,
With a clearer voice than mine,
You are not a smooth and grave
Time-defeated slave.
Splendid! Sing for me again
Honest elemental pain.
Let a roadside pupil learn
How you dare to burn.
Feathered scholar of the wild,
Nature's unaffected child,
Man, within his hand a rod,
Itched to be a god.
Thus he fell by rising. Health,
Truth and Peace were sold for Wealth.
Marketing, he glibly priced
Cattle, corn, and Christ.
When he hears, as I hear now,
Radiant truth upon a bough,
Let him count himself a grave
Time-defeated slave.