Truth is the trial of itself, And needs no other touch, And purer than the purest gold, Refine it ne'er so much. It is the life and light of love, The sun that ever shineth, And spirit of that special grace, That faith and love defineth. It is the warrant of the Word, That yields a scent so sweet, As gives a power to faith, to tread All falsehood under feet. It is the sword that doth divide, The marrow from the bone, And in effect of heavenly love Doth show the holy one. This, blessed Warre, thy blessed book Unto the world doth prove. A worthy work, and worthy well, Of the most worthy love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN WASSON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPRING'S NEBRASKA by KAREN SWENSON WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 13. ENVOI, 1919 by EZRA POUND THE FLAT-HUNTER'S WAY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS DRINKING SONG (3) by ALCAEUS OF MYTILENE |