The solitary monk who shook the world

Ye quenchless stars! so eloquently bright, Untroubled sentries of the shadowy night.

The soul aspiring pants its source to mount, As streams meander level with their fount.

And thou, vast ocean! on whose awful face Time’s iron feet can print no ruin-trace.

Perhaps half the falsehood in the world is due to lack of power to detect the truth and to express it. aids both in discernment and in expression of things as they are.

Why should Honesty seek any safer retreat From the lawyers or barges, odd-rot-'em? For the lawyers are just at the top of the street, And the barges are just at the bottom!

How poor remembrances are statues, tombs, And other monuments that men erect To princes, which remain in closèd rooms Where but a few behold them, in respect Of Books, that to the universal eye Show how they lived; the other where they lie!