Two Gems

Into my hand two gems were droppedFrom out a friend's pure thought:The one denied all error's claimsWith which my life was fraught;The other one affirmed the mightOf good, which fills all space,The power of Truth to set men freeAnd evil's claims erase.So in my grasp these precious gemsI'll keep, and never loose,But gratefully and trustfullyEmploy for daily use.

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