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XXXVIII.
THE PREACHER.
He preached upon “breadth” till it argued him narrow,—
The broad are too broad to define;
And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar,—
The truth never flaunted a sign.
The broad are too broad to define;
And of “truth” until it proclaimed him a liar,—
The truth never flaunted a sign.
Simplicity fled from his counterfeit presence
As gold the pyrites would shun.
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
As gold the pyrites would shun.
What confusion would cover the innocent Jesus
To meet so enabled a man!
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