[Written for the Sentinel]

Lay of Truth

"Come unto me," O tired and weary one.The way is long down error's thorny road;From dawn of day to dark of setting sun,Heavy the load.

Cruel the yoke that galls the flesh of thoseWho drag their useless burdens,—fear and grief;Sharp is the whip, and heavy are the blowsOf false belief.

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