Once to every person and nation come the moment to decide. In the conflict of truth with falsehood, for the good or evil side.
Truth, after all, wears a different face to everybody, and it would be too tedious to wait till all were agreed.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.
Poetry is something to make us wiser and better, by continually revealing those types of beauty and truth, which God has set in all men’s souls.