Nor peace nor ease the heart can knowWhich, like the needle true,Turns at the touch of joy or woe,But turning, trembles too.
Surely a limit boundet every woe,But mine enduring anguish hath no endnina salaman
They may veil their eyes, but they cannot hideThe sun’s meridian glow;The heel of a priest may tread thee down,And a tyrant work thee woe:But never a truth has been destroyed;They may curse it, and call it crime;Pervert and betray, or slander and slayIts teachers for a time.But the sunshine aye shall light the sky,As round and round we run;And the truth shall ever come uppermost,And justice shall be done.charles mackay
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