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POEMS.
The dictate of wisdom
Is ever the same;
Each object to call
By its own proper name.
Is ever the same;
Each object to call
By its own proper name.
In truth's faithful mirror
Let error appear
In her hideous form,
And her own colors wear;
Then Virtue shall triumph,
Vice vanish away,
And earth will rejoice
In millennial day.
Let error appear
In her hideous form,
And her own colors wear;
Then Virtue shall triumph,
Vice vanish away,
And earth will rejoice
In millennial day.
