Stones from The Quarry or, Moods of Mind. By Henry Browne [i.e. Henry Ellison] |
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TRUTH AT ALL COST, AND AT THE COST
OF ALL! |
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TRUTH AT ALL COST, AND AT THE COST OF ALL!
O terrible, Medusa-like, thy look,When, in thy naked majesty of mien,
And face to face, without disguise or screen
To temper it (without which few can brook,
Of mortal eyes, thy searching gaze, which shook
Belshazzar on his throne), O Truth, thou'rt seen;
And all that's False upwitherest with thy keen,
Fierce light, that smites and beats on straight and crook!
Alas! there is a terror in thine eyes,
Beyond their wont when I on thee did dote
In youth; and, though love still o'er fear doth rise,
They scare with meanings which I scarce dare note.
So in loved looks we mark, with dread surprise,
The wandering thought, in the mind's eye the mote!
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