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, And joy the Age to come will think with me: -- 'Tis the old history -- Truth without a home, Despised and slain, then rising from the tomb. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA GODS: 1 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE SCARE-FIRE by ROBERT HERRICK EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN LOCHABER NO MORE by ALLAN RAMSAY PANEGYRIC by ABU BAKR MUHUMMAD THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II HOME, SWEET HOME WITH VARIATIONS: 1. ORIGINAL THEME AS PAYNE WROTE IT by HENRY CUYLER BUNNER |