1643 "VERITAS." 1878 TRUTH: So the frontlet's older legend ran, On the brief record's opening page displayed; Not yet those clear-eyed scholars were afraid Lest the fair fruit that wrought the woe of man By far Euphrates -- where our sire began His search for truth, and, seeking, was betrayed -- Might work new treason in their forest shade, Doubling the curse that brought life's shortened span. Nurse of the future, daughter of the past, That stern phylactery best becomes thee now: Lift to the morning star thy marble brow! Cast thy brave truth on every warring blast! Stretch thy white hand to that forbidden bough, And let thine earliest symbol be thy last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARTHY VIRGINIA'S HAND [SEPTEMBER 17, 1862] by GEORGE PARSONS LATHROP LAMENT OF THE IRISH EMIGRANT by HELEN SELINA SHERIDAN TEARS by TUMADIR BINT IBN AL-SHARID AL-KHANSA WILD GEESE by GEORGE LAWRENCE ANDREWS SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE by WILLIAM BASSE THREE PASTORAL ELEGIES: 2 by WILLIAM BASSE |