85. The Age to Come
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WHEN I would search the truths that in me burn, |
And mould them into rule and argument, |
A hundred reasoners cried,—"Hast thou to learn |
Those dreams are scatter'd now, those fires are |
spent?" |
And, did I mount to simpler thoughts, and try |
Some theme of peace, 'twas still the same reply. |
Perplex'd, I hoped my heart was pure of guile, |
But judged me weak in wit, to disagree; |
But now, I see that men are mad awhile, |
'Tis the old history—Truth without a home, |
Despised and slain, then rising from the tomb. |
Palermo.
June 9, 1833. |
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