Then on her soul first broke the fatal truth

The golden circle of Humanity Is narrowed to themselves. For them alone Was Earth created, joyous, fair and free, The realm where each the other would enthrone, Sole sovereign whose dear sway all things should own In glad obedience—egotism …

The gospel whose glad promises atone For all of bitterness the heart hath known.

And legends wild and fairy tales they read; Stringing bright gems of Fancy on Truth's golden thread.

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!