The Poetry of Real Life | ||
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ERROR.
Oh, there is no such thing as error, no!Nor falsehood, in the working and the frame
Of Nature—nothing oversteps its aim,
Nor yet falls short of it: nor couldst thou show
A misplaced streak upon the daisy, tho'
Thou took'st a microscope to find the same!
Nothing pretends to be (the more Man's shame)
What 'twas not meant, nor is it ever so—
God hath not erred in aught, nor has He made
One falsehood in his works so infinite.
'Tis Man who mystifies the broad daylight
Of Truth, and dresses things in masquerade;
And calls them by false names, the hypocrite!
That he may sin, and yet seem to go right.
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