The Man who found Truth
Of blood, which torn and questing hearts have shed
Has turned the earth's green fields to bitter red.
And he with yearning soul from land to land
Wandered, and held earth's wisdom in his hand,
And cried, 'Lo, I am wise!' and slept and saw
The shadow of an undiscovered law
Was all his wisdom, and the ancient years
Drew nigh with sacred mirth and pregnant tears,
And eloquence of dim departed gods;
And showed how earth's most lost and trodden sods
Concealed some human world-wide heritage—
Some strange, deep memory of a former age.
Until with bended knees and eyes sublime
With wonder and new joy, he prayed to Time,
Has turned the earth's green fields to bitter red.
And he with yearning soul from land to land
Wandered, and held earth's wisdom in his hand,
And cried, 'Lo, I am wise!' and slept and saw
The shadow of an undiscovered law
Was all his wisdom, and the ancient years
Drew nigh with sacred mirth and pregnant tears,
And eloquence of dim departed gods;
And showed how earth's most lost and trodden sods
Concealed some human world-wide heritage—
Some strange, deep memory of a former age.
Until with bended knees and eyes sublime
With wonder and new joy, he prayed to Time,
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