I’m Glad, Dear Truth

Oh truth, dear truth, sincerely so I sought
You with my open-gazing eyes and thought
And yearning youth, and dearly so I caught
The hardest edges of your shining words,
And held them tight. They’re not like flutt’ring birds
That hide away in night, but they do surge
With life all hours, and for that I’m glad.
But oh, how few do seek to hold them near!
How many fools there are who smart appear
When safety muffles over so their fear.
No men are they, but very mad and bad.
No statesmen, not one thinker ‘mongst them all,
These politicians that are oh, so small.
And yet, dear truth, I’m glad you keep me tall.

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