To Philo
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Title
To Philo
Description
Fie, Philo, how you talk,
You're mad,
Mad, man, I say, as mad as death.
Dost think men live and walk
This earth for life alone? You balk
The truth, you - waste your breath,
You're mad.
Men live for Truth, I know,
For Truth;
Truth, man, for Truth as pure as light
Fresh-toned in morning's glow,
Dream spent where loves and roses grow.
Men live to die for right
Or Truth.
Men live for Truth and Love,
And Love;
Love, man, for Love as true as spell
Of night when stars above
Shed down in holy calm breath of
The sainted Truth's sweet bell
Of Love.
Creator
W.H.A. Moore
Source
4:51, p. 2
Date
1891.09.19
Collection
Citation
W.H.A. Moore, “To Philo,” Periodical Poets, accessed September 8, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/535.
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