Maxioms by Arthur Hugh Clough
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er read more
It fortifies my soul to know That though I perish, truth is so; That, wheresoe'er I stray and range, Whate'er I do, Thou dost not change. I steadier step when I recall That, if I slip, Thou dost not fall.
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile read more
Old things need not be therefore true,
O brother men, nor yet the new;
Ah! still awhile the old thought retain,
And yet consider it again!
