TRUTH cut on high in tablets of hewn stone, Or on great columns gorgeously adorned, Perchance were left alone, Passed by and scorned; But Truth enchased upon a jewel rare, A man would keep, and next his bosom wear. So, many an hour, I sit and carve my gems -- Ten spoiled, for one in purer beauty set: Not for kings' diadems -- Some amulet That may be worn o'er hearts that toil and plod, -- Though but one pearl that bears the name of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LETTER; EDWARD ROWLAND SILL, DIED FEBRUARY 27, 1887 by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE BLIND ASTRONOMER by THOMAS ASA ROSE D'AMOUR by MATHILDE BLIND LIMERICK by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE WINTER TWILIGHT by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON GENTILNESSE; MORAL BALADE OF CHAUCER by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A CHILD TASTES THE LOVELINESS OF LIFE AND FASHIONS A NEW DREAM by GRACE STONE COATES LINES FROM A NOTEBOOK - MAY/JUNE 1811 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |