Truth

TRUTH, like the diamond, is a fount of light,

Beaming effulgent in the darkest night;

Error its ebon form may intervene,

But still it beams as brightly, though unseen;

And though thus hid till centuries have past,

The steady fire shall slay the foe at last.

Dark clouds may sometimes veil its radiant form,

And lightning rend it;—but, amid the storm,

The gem is undefiled, and its pure ray

Brighter shall shine, like sunbeams on the day

When storm, and cloud, and lightning pass away.