Nor peace nor ease the heart can knowWhich, like the needle true,Turns at the touch of joy or woe,But turning, trembles too.
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
Surely a limit boundet every woe,But mine enduring anguish hath no endnina salaman
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