43
Not hers
To win the sense by words of rhetoric,
Lip-blossoms breathing perishable sweets;
But by the power of the informing Word
Roll sounding onward through a thousand years
Her deep prophetic bodements.
44
Truth I pursued, as Fancy sketch'd the way,
And wiser men than I went worse astray.
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