Truth
Dublin Core
Title
Truth
Description
A rock for ages stern and high,
Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky;
And never bowed his haughty crest,
When angry storms around him prest.
Morn springing from the arms of night,
Had often bathed his brow with light;
And kissed the shadows from his face,
With gentle love and tender grace.
Day pausing at the gates of rest,
Smiled on him from the distant west;
And from her throne the dark browned night
Threw round his path her softest light.
And yet he stood unmoved and proud,
Nor love, nor wrath his spirit bowed--
He bared his brow to every blast,
And scorned the tempest as it passed.
One day a tiny, humble seed,
The quickest eye would hardly heed,
Fell trembling at that stern rock's base,
And found a lowly hiding-place.
A ray of light and drop of dew,
Came with a message kind and true--
They told her of the world so bright,
Its love, its joy, and rosy light;
And lured her from her hiding-place,
To gaze upon earth's glorious face;
So peeping timid from the ground,
She clasped the ancient rock around;
And climbing up with childish grace,
She held him with a close embrace--
Her clinging was a thing of dread,
Where'er she touched a fissure spread;
And he who'd breasted many a storm,
Stood frowning there a mangled form;
So truth dropped in the silent earth,
May seem a thing of little worth--
Till spreading round some mighty wrong,
It saps its pilllars proud and strong.
Stood frowning 'gainst the earth and sky;
And never bowed his haughty crest,
When angry storms around him prest.
Morn springing from the arms of night,
Had often bathed his brow with light;
And kissed the shadows from his face,
With gentle love and tender grace.
Day pausing at the gates of rest,
Smiled on him from the distant west;
And from her throne the dark browned night
Threw round his path her softest light.
And yet he stood unmoved and proud,
Nor love, nor wrath his spirit bowed--
He bared his brow to every blast,
And scorned the tempest as it passed.
One day a tiny, humble seed,
The quickest eye would hardly heed,
Fell trembling at that stern rock's base,
And found a lowly hiding-place.
A ray of light and drop of dew,
Came with a message kind and true--
They told her of the world so bright,
Its love, its joy, and rosy light;
And lured her from her hiding-place,
To gaze upon earth's glorious face;
So peeping timid from the ground,
She clasped the ancient rock around;
And climbing up with childish grace,
She held him with a close embrace--
Her clinging was a thing of dread,
Where'er she touched a fissure spread;
And he who'd breasted many a storm,
Stood frowning there a mangled form;
So truth dropped in the silent earth,
May seem a thing of little worth--
Till spreading round some mighty wrong,
It saps its pilllars proud and strong.
Creator
Francis Ellen Watkins (Frances Ellen Watkins Harper)
Source
2:3, pp. 87-8
Date
1860.02
Collection
Citation
Francis Ellen Watkins (Frances Ellen Watkins Harper), “Truth,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 2, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/22.
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