THE SONG OF TRUTH

The voice of Truth sings through the harp of Mind.Its full majestic breath, like some wind, strong,Steady, persistent, breaks the clouds that blindA world that dreams of suffering and wrong.

It brings with words of Love's encompassingA surer hope that cannot rise to wane.From keynote fixed it mounts, and conquering,Resolves all discord into glad refrain.

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